Pony Party

"Such a pretty pony!" Sigh... "But I'm a dude!" 

At Snapdragon Stables there will sometimes be pony parties. I have participated in two so far. One was hosted at the barn itself.

Imagine 12-20 little girls running around dressing up ponies. The ponies sit there with a glum look in their eye and are lead out of the barn with very colorful flowers pinned into their hair. Hair braids come with hugs and kisses no matter how smelly or shaggy the pony is.

It reminded me of a pony named Vern. There was once this pony named Vern that was white, only you would never know it. Vern was the dirtiest gloppiest, smelliest pony in the barn. Yet the little girls idolized him. You could see them a mile away covered in eye boogers, snot, saliva and white mud covered hairs. I could spot a Vern lover from across the barn. I had a soft spot for old Vern. He was a ladies man. I even named my car after him... because it often stank of horse poo and was covered in horse hair after a long day of work.

 Vern died sadly of old age. Little girls cried, and spoke of tales of when Vern bucked them off, or stepped on their foot or licked the inside of their mouth. Good old Vern, I will never forget you. I was one of those girls.