With a little thoughtful hum, Mitchy tilted her head as if really considering the question. "Guess you'd walk around with it attached. Or Abram might point it out eventually." A little fur was the least of what could end up attaching itself to a person's shirt in the stables though, so probably it wasn't really the sort of thing to spend too much time thinking about. "Bet that makes you happy too, huh?" As she asked the horse, she stroked along it's nose and made a funny little face.
"Oh! If we had access to facebook right now I could totally show you one already! Mr. Frank, Daddy's stable manager, took a few pictures last time Joey and me were helping brush everyone down." Sometimes it bummed her out they were so cut off from technology, but right now wasn't really one of those times. "When we can get online again I'll totally send you a friend request, then you can see all the Big Foot-Me shots ever." Bobbing her head slightly, "Somebody's taking care of everyone, but it's not the same as when I get to groom him. He's really picky about how you brush certain spots, you know? So I'm sure he'll be as furry as ever."
It sort of amused her that neither of the adults seemed to have much luck with her favorite horse, but then maybe that was part of it. Maybe the colt appreciated that she was young too, maybe they thought more alike so they got along better. Whatever the reason, Mitchy was just glad to be able to ride him and beamed even harder at Peyton in response. "Cool."
"The circle's good, but the beach is so much prettier to look at." Agreeing with the silent thought without realizing it. "So that so gets my vote if I get one." Peyton never made her feel like her opinion on something was unimportant, so it was tacked on out of habit only.
"I can get the saddle down and to Scout, but I might need help getting it over him. Sometimes it's hard to lift the saddle up that high without annoying him." The downside to being such a shorty, even years of doing chores around the ranch and carrying her own saddle back home couldn't combat simple gravity. "Sometimes I can do it though, so I might not." As she spoke, Mitchy practically bounced toward the tack room. "I can wait until you get Bandit set up to try though, in case I do need help to get it high enough? Whatever you want, since you'd be saving my butt and all." She tucked some loose hair behind her ear and flashed another smile.