All I ever wanted at Halloween was candy. Who knew pony rides were even an option?
Zach rode Rhiannon, Chuckie and Windy, above, Saturday night. On each trip, he asked his mom to not walk beside him. When one is 2 1/2, one must do what one can to blend in with kids many inches taller.
His legs may not reach the stirrups, but his heart is most definitely in it to win it.
On a random, non-equine note, this blog turned 2 on Saturday. Not sure how we got here so fast, but I'm glad that you're along for the ride. (Okay, that was sort of an equine note.)