Petite, Plump, Prosh Ponies

Grab your biscuits and clotted cream, ‘cause these tiny English ponies are about to GET ALL UP IN YOUR HIGH TEA

I love how they’re all about eating too much and stuff, Juliette E.

“My Little Pony” Spends Her Royalties

… and over here’s where they’ll be building my pink, two-story plastic house overlooking the lake, with a swimming pool and grotto closer to the bluffs, and maybe a gazebo as long as it doesn’t block the view too much. Then over to the left, there’ll be a basketball court that converts to a hockey rink in winter…


We sooooo want to live there, Laura G.

THIS JUST IN: Twin Horsies, Maybe

A horse owner in England got a two-for-one deal when her prize mare gave birth to a pair of fillies. Although the babies look alike, they might not be truly identical twins, says an expert. Nevertheless, the thirsty girls keep Mom twice as busy.



More photos, full story at Horse & Hound.

Don’t Get Foaled Again

Guess who’s havin’ Spring behbehs!?

The MareStare Cam™ is on high alert as long as the miniature mares at the Pacific Pintos Farm give birfs!

Check out the latest birthing action in realtime here!




Save me one, Joanne and Keevan A.!

Don’t Take Another Step!

I have a nose.

And I’m not afraid to use it.


Holy redonkulous nosicles, Erin!

Nobody understands Emo Pony

Emo Pony is destined to travel through the misty and cold fog of existence alone and cold.

Emo Pony is going to put on his tight, itchy wool sweater and contemplate the failure of humanity.

Emo Pony isn’t afraid to express himself with a forelock that covers 3/4 of his face at an angle.

Life is hard for Emo Pony.


Waiting for the spring is by [sigh] Sverrir Thor submitted by [sigh] Bobbeh.

If Spring is Your Thing

If spring is your thing
There’s a land of weather
Softened by heather,
Where dreamy drizzle
Tickles the whimsical
Fancy feather.

Where Spring’s a lucky ring
Of gold whin in Wicklow
And dear shamrocks grow,
Down about Bantry Bay
Up around Lough Neagh
And over Hillsborough.

Leap!

Spring’s always in full swing
And the sun doesn’t glare
At so much green where
Pure ribbons of gilting
Upon rivers lilting
Brighten grassy glens so fair.


What were we discussing?
Sweet brambly patch jams,
Evergreen pastures spread of lambs,
Wild violets, and salmon runs swift,
Fresh fields of clover adrift…
Is it spring flowing from my pen in hand?
Or, is it Ireland?


Happy spring, Chicks ‘n’ Peeps by Larissa M., A Bun in the Grass is by Andy P. The Foal and my Son in Spain – Distorted Proportions is by Batikart. Ham in clovers by Meagan!

The tiniest ‘Pbbbbffft.’

Will you please scroll down for the tiniest of ‘Pbbbbfffts’?


Sender-Inner Kalen G. says her horse Gold Doc went for a drink but forgot to put his tongue completely back in his mouth. Ahn. [Head tilt]

Prepare for the snorfing of a lifetime

PONVERLOAD!!!


Hey Sender-Inner Princess Lindsey B.! DUCK!

Well, There Goes My Morning…

First, the alarm doesn’t go off. Then, the toaster burns my toast. And now the snowplow’s running late. What else can go wrong today?

Lindsay B. says this is a miniature horse, so maybe the snow isn’t as deep as it looks.