Since we moved here two years ago, my husband and I have been obsessed with a mini horse who lives a couple miles up the road. We'll see him standing in his little paddock, particularly on cold, rainy days, looking miserable and bedraggled. At first, we would think, "Oh no, look at that poor creature, standing out in the sleet!" And then we'd see that his barn door was wide open five feet away from where he was standing, so apparently he loves nasty weather.

Yesterday, I was riding my bike home, and I saw the mini horse in his yard with a person! I called over, "Can I say hi to your horse?" and the person kindly introduced me to the horse and the horse's brother, who is a corgi.

The horse's winter coat is coming in, and he was being a jerk about getting groomed. He nibbled on my hand and then bit me. He is just as magical and grumpy as I imagined. I love him and I would do anything for him.