I Have Discovered Ponies
I went to the show today to hang out, see how everyone was doing, that sort of thing. While I was there, I was asked to take Pony out for a walk—she’s young, was getting experience, that sort of thing.
We walked, and when I was tired of walking, Pony turned out to be the perfect arm rest size—you can prop your elbows on her back and watch the riders in the show ring. It was very comfortable. And then, if you wanted to ride, you could just hop on from the ground. No sticking your foot in a stirrup up by your ear so you can swing up, as on a horse… nope… one hop and you’d be on Pony’s back! (Not that I got to ride Pony, but she’s that perfect size, you see?) Plus, there’s the Pony Attitude, which… there’s nothing else like it—it’s the combination of a smart brain testing the limits of what it can do all multiplied by the Pony Cuteness factor. Pony Attitude. It’s very cool.
Oh my. Forget buying a horse: I want a pony.