I think this is pretty funny.

Well, I don't know about Shetland ponies, but after owning a Pony of the Americas for a few years, I think the West could have been won on the back of one of those sturdy little guys. I'll never forget the big smile across my then 5-year-old little boy's face when the cowboys up in the Pecos wilderness would stop to admire his handsome pony Thor. We'd be up on one of those high mountain trails, and that 25-year-old geezer POA would get all kinds of admiration from the man with the handlebar mustaches, fringed chinks, jingling silver spurs, et cetera. I think you could've ridden the old gentleman from coast to coast. By the time we'd reach 10,000 plus feet, all the other horses would be breathing hard and really working it, and old Mr. Blue-eyed Polka Dots wouldn't have even broken a sweat. I miss the little bugger.