When I was a little girl, every year without fail, I would ask my parents if Santa would bring me a horse for Christmas. And for every objection they would come up with, I would have a completely logical answer.
Mom & Dad: "Santa can't fit a horse in the sleigh."
Moi: "The horse can help pull the sleigh!"
Mom & Dad: "The horse won't have a barn to live in."
Moi: "You can move the cars out of the garage and the horse can live in there."
Mom & Dad: "Our cars won't live outside."
Moi: "Ok, then. Santa can bring a barn in pieces in the sleigh and Dad can put it together."
See what I mean?
But when I was little, I would write and draw stories where my special horse would follow me everywhere - to school, to the park (to jump the park benches, of course - which I got to do when I was a teenager on a horse), and around the neighborhood. This horse would just happily go wherever I go, much like a beloved dog for many other people.
Well. This year, those daydreams I had are a reality! Not that he's mine, of course, but he may just follow me home. Literally. Chief and I...we're close.
And a screeching halt on command (4 second video):