So, I got to pet a pony a couple of weeks ago. It was awesome. I loved every minute of it. When I get stressed out at work, I think about petting Herbie’s fuzzy mane and ears and all is right again in the world.

I’m mad at Neal because I don’t think he got a picture of Herbie’s best side, but oh well. I do have some pictures, and of course the memories.

Please excuse the outfit. I was definitely poorly dressesd for pony-petting.

No, actually, Neal and I were at his aunt’s farm for a very important and cool reason. It was his grandmother’s 80th birthday. Grandmom Eileen is such a sweetie. And boy can she cook. The first time I ate at her house, she made a salad with goat cheese and walnuts and the main course was a bacon-wrapped filet. Seriously. It was just Neal and I and his grandparents, and she made this amazing meal. Of course, to her it was nothing fancy. I loved it.

Anyway, the party was a really nice afternoon with family.

We were there for Eileen, but Aunt Judy and Uncle Ed’s farm offered too many distractions for me. I’m like 10 years old when it comes to animals. I want to talk to them and pet them and squeeze them. I realize I have issues. I’m working on them.

Oh Herbie, how I miss your felt nose and big watery eyes. Come live with me.  Please?

Look, I even got Neal’s grandmother to pet the pony with me!

Awwww!

Yes, I know I posted mostly animal pictures from a family party. Well, it’s my blog and I’ll do what I want, haha.

Anyway, it was a nice day and I think Eileen had a great time.

I hope to go back to the farm soon. I asked Aunt Judy if she would adopt me, and she just kind of laughed politely.

So…. I’ll take that as a maybe?