Who doesn’t want a pony? When have you ever NOT wanted a pony? Everytime anyone ever asked me “guess what’s in the box?”, “the car?”, “the barn?”, “the envelope?”, my answer was… “A pony??!!!!”(fingers crossed).  When I was little I did get my sisters’ handmedown pony when they outgrew him. Tony the Pony. His nose could fit in a teacup. He was a stinker but loved and adored.

Welcome Queenie. A fiesty little Pinto mare. She is fitting right in and hopefully will one day earn her keep. Ha. Makes me laugh to think that. Riding lessons for the kids are going pretty well although it is hard to find the time. LaLa prefers English and The Bean prefers Western. Riding was/is such a part of my life I do hope they take to it and that it becomes something we can all do together.