When I was nine years old I had a horse. His name was "Sputnik"; we called him "Sput". He was named after the first Earth orbiting satellite that the Russian's launched in 1957.
"Sput" actually belonged to my sister, Sherry. He used to live in our backyard in Culver City. Sherry loved horses, and when she got cancer my Grandma Julia bought "Sputnik" for her. Unfortunately she couldn't ride him for very long and after she was bed ridden he came to live in the backyard. My dad laid down covering on the floor in the house and they used to bring "Sput" into the house so my sister could see and touch him.
After Sherry passed away "Sput" went to live with my grandma in Acton on their little ranch. When I was old enough grandma said he was mine. I loved that horse - although I didn't get to see him very often. Grandma also had two other horses, "Mollie" and her son "Stinker". I enjoyed those carefree childhood days of visiting Grandma Julia and Grandpa Carl and riding my horse, "Sput".