Bailey

He's more of a glorified pet in my eyes.
I know him inside-out.
I know what he's thinking.
I know what he loves (love-hearts sweets, cross country, food of most kinds and cuddles).
And I know what he hates (wheelie bins, stones, people touching his ears, blue plastic and rubber ducks).
That's what happens after 6 years together.
I can't wait to spend all summer with him: bounding through the countryside, snorting at life's dragons and frisking people for sweeties.
I love my little pony.