One day last week we had an impromptu "pony party" at the farm. A neighbor came by with her three little girls and they wanted to meet the horses. I've said all along that as long as Frankie had his grazing muzzle on (everything has to go in Frankie's mouth, especially fingers ;-) I'd trust him with a toddler hanging off his tail. Frankie loves everyone and he's amazingly unflappable.
Lancelot is friendly to people that he knows...and likes...but he's big and not necessarily careful where he's stepping and I'm watchful with things like water hoses around his legs because he can get startled. I was kind of glad I could expect him to stay down the hill, away from the little visitors. Oh, and he does not really like to have his face touched.
Who was the first horse to walk up and greet the princess wearing a fancy dress? And let her touch his face?
"Awwww :-)"
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