“Mom, can I have a pony?”

“I could ride him bareback like this. I’ve been practicing!”

“Heaven help us. She better not get him a pony – that’s a lot of litter box cleaning! I’ll just keep my head down and act like I’m sleeping. “

“But Mom, look how good I can ride already. I’m a buckaroo! This chair rocks just like a bucking bronco would. “

“It’s also a good yoga stretch table!”

“I’ll get all cleaned up so we can go pony shopping, ok?”

“Where’s the reins so I can steer this thing?”

“Mom, if you get Buddy a pony, then I want a new brother!”

“Don’t let his cute face fool you – I’m just being honest, Mom – he’s working you – don’t fall for it!”

“ARE YOU LISTENING? NO PONY!!!”

Buckaroo Buddy’s friend.