I admit I have been a very naughty pony this year. I have tipped over the garbage, taken fly masks of my pasture mates and chased them with it, climbed into the hay and ate more then I should have. I destroyed my blanket the first time I wore it, chased my pasture mates with a stick, chewed on my saddle, chased the dog, bit the pig, tried to step on the ducks, chased my pasture mates with an empty feed bag, flung my expensive feed all over my stall, chased my pasture mates with a broom. I also admit to spending time figuring out how to open my gate and escape, I took a tootsie pop right out the hand of a child and ate it, and the missing brush that was me, that broken water bucket that was me too, it was hot the water was cool it seemed like a good idea at the time. Yes Santa I have been very naughty, and I had a lot of fun doing it. After all a pony has to have fun!
But Santa, I did some good things too. I confidently carried my girl over miles of trails, put up with getting painted pink, getting my mane braided and painted pink, I have drug things that make big horses run, I have dove into water that others would dare not go, no obstacle is to scary for me. I am not barn sour, or buddy sour, I load right up in the trailer, I stand for the farrier, I let my girl lay all over me. She dressed my up like a hula dancer just so she could take pictures, it was humiliating. Santa, I make a little girl smile everyday the humans laugh at me, they call me the pasture clown. Certainly all that is worth a little treat in my bucket come Christmas morning.
My girl wants a new halter for me, but you can skip it. A new halter just means more work for me. Why not give her something like a bag of horse treats, then she will be inclined to give them to me. I promise to share with my pasture mates ;>
Love, Puck the Pony