We became owners of a huge rocking horse a couple years ago when the guy that outbid J at a charity auction for one the year before decided he felt bad for outbidding J the previous year and won this one. It was made by one of the residents at another big house down the street from the one I work at, in case you are wondering where you can get your hands on one. When I say huge, I mean huge. We had to take it out of Peanut Butter's room so she actually had room to play. I can ride this pony. It got placed out on our front porch for a while and PB was begging to ride it everytime I went to get the mail. One day I brought it back in the living room and even though J was unhappy about it, it is still there and Peanut Butter does ride it. Yesterday she had to get into full riding gear and make sure the horse had what he needed, gloves on his ears.
I thought The Boy's old moon boots were a nice touch. For some reason her name tag sticker from the Y had to go on the poor horse's eye. That isn't all the horse has been through though.
He's also a "painted" horse, at least it isn't the walls.