|She was getting a bit warm, so I took her blanket off.|
Isn't this December? In New England? It felt like Spring!
|Oh here comes Tony, the 17hh Shetland Pony.|
Well, he thinks so, anyway.
|Tony ran around me in circles, taunting her! HE IS SO NAUGHTY!|
|Mom, seriously, you turn me out with this fool on purpose?|
|I bet he would taste really good.|
|Is this their inconspicuous look?!|
"It wasn't me!"
|Then at the last second she sticks her tongue out at me...|
|And they're off again, leaping about their field.|