Haudlady, I hear you on the pony love. Sometimes I wish I had an affectionate horse. In nine years, my boy has only let me cry on his shoulder once or twice, if it was really important (read: about him). Any other time he nudges me off and says, "get yourself together, woman!"

But he cares, he does. If he's scared he calls to me. If he's hurt he comes to me.

Come to think of it... what a narcissistic horse. But he's honest and sweet and mischevious and I forget about the world when I'm with him.

I had to lease him when I went to university. I lasted two years. Went crazy without him. Saved up every penny and took him back. He is completely my sanity.