Pony

My niece's husband, Tony, came from Wyoming to Wisconsin to interview for a job (which he got) at the Rhinelander Wal-Mart. While here, he is also staying at Becky's parents' place. Somehow, Tabby got it in her head that "Pony" was coming to stay with us. Wishful thinking maybe? I mean, she can get the "T" sound just fine . . . but ever since arriving, she hasn't called Tony anything but Pony.