Some call it sass, my pony calls it class.

Hello, dearest readers. My name is Leona. I am only four, so I am a teenager. My girl, Katie, is my best friend. Sometimes she's embarrassing though. Like when she kisses me in front of the other horses... So humiliating. And she doesn't appreciate the playful nips I give her or when I slosh water all over her show jacket because she looked thirsty. I put up with her cooes and ooohs and kissies but she won't let me roll when I've got tack on! The saddle definitely looks better with some sand on it.

I'm Toby, a little black pony.

So, today, my girl decided to jump me really high. It was pretty fun, but she kept trying to make me go faster, and that's strange, right? I'm a hunter champion, not some scruffy little racing pony. So I corrected her, because of course, she had to be wrong. Slow and steady is the way to go. And then, she made me bend my head around to get a cookie. Can she not lean over to just give it to me. Gosh, humans are getting lazier and dumber every day.