I am going to complain about the stupidest, shallowest thing right now. It's a minor thing and I think it's funny that I'm bummed about it. Ready for it? I am sad that my pony doesn't have a stall to hang a stocking on. There, I said it. My pony comes and hangs out (and takes ridiculously long naps) in other horse's stalls during the day. She lives outside. She has a lovely large turnout and a great shelter and ponies on both sides of the fence from her. Right next door is her boyfriend Manny. Tessa isn't really into Manny, but Manny believes that Tessa was put on this earth for him and that he can't live without her. Manny also comes in during the day and whenever we walk by his stall, Manny cries and cries. Tessa doesn't even flick an ear at him. When Tessa first arrived, we thought about turning her out with Manny for company but now that he's so attached that isn't an option. He actually tried to climb the fence one night when she was in heat. Tessa wanted NOTHING to do with that action!
So, anyway, there really isn't a spot where I can hang a stocking. I visit Tessa in the daytime so she's always in somebody's stall and not outside anyway. There's a small, terribly shallow part of me that wishes she was in a stall so I could decorate her stall and order her fancy name plates for it and get her cute stable blankets. But the terribly practical part of me knows that she's better off spending more time outside. The horses in stalls only get out every other day for turnout, but my pony is out every day! Plus she is outside from around 4:00pm to about 9am in the morning so she gets more time than a stalled horse would.
Still - - seeing everyone's cute stockings and stall decorations has me the weenciest bit jealous. To make up for it, maybe I'll put some antlers on the Princess and take some pictures of her. She looks a bit like a little, grey yak these days anyways. She can be a Christmas Yak!