The pony in question is Fuzzy, who belongs to a friend of mine. Some of you may remember from this post, in which Tucker fell madly in love with Fuzzy. Fuzzy was so wonderful all afternoon for his pony ride. He apparently loves little girls just as much as they love him. He was a perfect gentleman. (I may also be in love with him. It's easy to do.)
We arrived at the barn mid-afternoon, my niece bearing a bag full of apples and carrots and VERY excited about the prospect of ponies.
Note that her heels are already down. Never had a lesson. I believe she's a natural.
This is my favorite photo of the day. The blissed-out-I-love-ponies face.
And this would be my second-favorite.
Or maybe this one...
Or this one....
Is there anything cuter than a tiny child grooming a tiny pony?
Ella is still talking about Fuzzy. When they got home that night, Ella's mom asked her if she rode a horsie that day. Her response? "No Mommy, I rode a pony." I ADORE this child.
I can't wait to bring her back for another ride. I wonder if she'll be braver right from the start, or if it will still take some getting used to again. I wouldn't know, I pretty much flung myself at every pony-type creature I ran into at her age. Next time, we'll be stopping at Dover first to get a helmet that fits. Everyone please remind me she's too young for me to buy an entire leadline outfit!! But wouldn't she be so cute in garters and jods???