I'm getting a pony. And not just any pony, but the pony I've had my eye on since before I even met him. It's happening. My tack trunk is leaving my garage. Holy crap.
I can think about the training, the conditioning, the riding, all day every day, but in the end it's all felt like a daydream, not reality.
For some reason though, the tack trunk brought it home for me.
Looks like I need to do some housekeeping...
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