Happiness Has A Tail

It's started. My little girl's desire to be around horses. I know Freud had some psycho-babble to say on this whole thing, but I do find it amazing how most little girls (myself included) go through a phase of horses.

Luckily for us, we don't live that far from a horse farm. They've got about 6 horses and Pinocchio. He's your typical Sheltand pony, more interested in eating the grass next to the trails then exploring them, but perfect for inexperienced little people their moms.

When we got to the horse farm, the woman who runs the place gave me a quick run down of what Pinocchio would or wouldn't do, pointed to the trail, handed me the lead, and said, "See you in an hour."

Right.

I'm much better at dogs, I must admit, but there was something charming about Pinocchio with his bangs covering his eyes and his little round belly sticking out from under the saddle. The Princess was beyond happy.

Of course, she had a right royal tantrum when she had to share the pony with her friend and brother, but we'll not dwell on the negatives today. We'll just think about how happy this little girl was to be riding her pony, on a country trail in the sun.

The Princess is already telling us what she wants for her birthday. Yes, you guessed it. She knows we've got this wacking great garden that would be perfect for a pony.

Of course, I'm not sure how two huskies would react to a much larger 'husky' living in their midst.

But if I really think about it, Typhon isn't far off the size of Pinocchio and probably runs at about the same speed.

Hmmm. Wonder if I could get harness for Pinocchio?