Tucker and I are farm-sitting at a gorgeous place that belongs to a friend of ours this weekend. I gave him a pony for the next three days.
I've never seen my horse so happy in his entire life.
The video below is too cute for words. Note that Tucker can barely keep up with Fuzzy, and Fuzzy did most of the instigating. I wish I had caught it on film, at one point Fuzzy bucked and squealed right under Tucker's nose but couldn't even reach him. Cuteness. Overload.
I believe this is what you call "frolicking."
I am going to feel really, really, really badly on Sunday evening when I have to break the news to Tucker that he can't keep him.