Meet PB: The Little Horse with a Big Heart

Hey there, two-legged friends!

Name’s PB. Some say it stands for Pony Boy, others swear it’s Peanut Butter—honestly, I let them argue while I sneak another mouthful of grass. Whatever it stands for, one thing’s for sure: I do what I want.

Let me take you back to the dusty beginnings of my story. I came from a kill pen in Texas. Yeah, it was rough. Not much sunshine, not much hope. But then—bam! —my luck turned around. Someone saw the sparkle in my eye (or maybe it was the sass in my step) and gave me a second chance. And let me tell you, I’ve been living my best life ever since.

These days, I call Wild West Campground & Corral my home. And let me tell you, it’s paradise. Rolling pastures, friendly faces, and more grass than I know what to do with. The campers and trail riders who visit also give me lots of carrots to snack on. I’ve got space to roam, friends to pester, and plenty of humans to charm on their family camping adventures.

Now, I may be small—fun-sized, if you will—but don’t let that fool you. I’ve got the heart of a stallion and the mischief of a dozen colts.

But don’t get me wrong, I’ve got a soft side too. I love a good scratch behind the ears from the kids, and I’ll follow you around like a puppy if you’ve got treats (or if I think you might). I’ve got a crew of humans at Wild West Campground & Corral who adore me, and I make sure they stay on their toes. Life’s too short to be boring, right?

So here I am—PB, the pint-sized troublemaker with a big heart and an even bigger appetite. From the kill pen of Texas to the green fields of Wild West Campground & Corral in Wisconsin, I’m proof that second chances are real, and that sometimes, the smallest horses leave the biggest hoofprints.

Mosey on down to the campground & corral and book a stay. Don’t forget the carrots!

Neighfully yours,
PB