Dirty Pony (2)

There's a horse farm across the street from my parents' house, which is really the only redeeming quality of ever staying with my parents (other than visiting with my dog, of course). Surprisingly, this was the first time I went up close to visit the farm.

This silly pony had been rolling in mud. He walked right up to me when I got to the fence, but when he realized I wasn't going to feed him, he walked away. Sigh.

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