So, This is a Thing That Just Happened…

Yes, that is a mini-horse. Living in my backyard.

Long story short, Knize’s dad saved Peanut (who we’ve now renamed Li’l Sebastian) from a trip to the glue factory. Now we have a living lawnmower wandering around our shared yard and making huge poop piles. Which, to the resident shit-eating bulldog Tasha, probably looks like a Chinese buffet on a Saturday night. (Although we’ve only noticed her eating her own poop to cover the fact that she pooed in the house. Which you probably didn’t want to know.)

So, to every six year old who wants a pony for Christmas (if you’re six years old and reading this blog, tell your parents that they’re terrible for leaving you alone on the internet), if you dream big and are a really, really good girl for about two decades, you might just get one.