he was the cutest thing. For the last year he was kept in the back of the barn in the last stall. Each time I'd enter I'd yell "Scribblies!!" and he'd whinny back to me.
I used to clean his disgusting stall since the BO never took time to do so....I used to mix up his food and let it soak for him to eat. I'd spend at least an hour brushing off the excess hair that wouldn't drop in the summer (I think he had Cushings)
But anyways, he sure was my favoritest pony around :(