As I blogged last week, it was quite a month. We got Julia off to college, Mom and Dad visited and we all hauled down to Michigan for a wedding. Mom being a considerate grandma, thought to pick up a number of trinkets to bring back to the grandchildren in Calgary. When she asked Angela, she requested a pony. Undeterred, mom dutifully looked for a suitable steed. As it turns out, your standard issue Appaloosa has a bit of a time fitting in a piece of standard carry on luggage, so she opted for something a little smaller, and plastic. The night before, mom carefully packed her bag in anicipation of the return flight home. When she arrived, the pony was gone. Angela wasn't too heartbroken, but there was the question: What did happen to the pony?

After a thorough search of the internet, I came across this shot of the willful maverick making it's way in front of the Eiffel Tower. In the tradition of the traveling gnome I'm sure this pony is going to get around, but worry not, in the end it should find itself in the rightful hands of it's owner--Angela.