Pretty in Pink

I have to admit when I first began reading about animal communication I thought it was complete ridiculousness when animal communicators told someone their animal's favorite color. Pish posh, I thought, that is complete anthropomorphism.
Enter my beautiful pony, we'll call Pretty.
Pretty Pony informed me, after my first animal communication class, that her favorite color was PINK.
She wanted a PINK halter, bridle adorned with PINK gemstones, and a PINK saddle pad under her little pony saddle. Did I mention, she liked PINK?
I will admit that I thought Pretty Pony's request were completely all in my head, but nonetheless, it is fun buying pink things for a pony, even as an adult, so I set out to fill all orders as requested.
Now, the day the requests were made, I did promise Pretty Pony that I would do my best to fill all orders, but the first thing I promised her was a pink halter and lead rope by the following week.
In the end, I could not find such a halter or lead rope when I went shopping for one that weekend, so had to order one online.
Imagine Pretty Pony's disappointment the following Monday, when we went to use her for a therapy activity, and there was no pink halter to use. In fact, to add insult to injury, we ended up using an old ratty brown halter with a ratty brown lead rope.
Now, usually Pretty Pony shoves her head right into the halter when a kid approaches her, because she loves being used for therapy activities. This day she started to shove her head into the halter and usual, and then jerked her head back in surprise upon seeing said ratty brown halter. She then proceeded to examine the halter slowly, sniffing it all around.
"What is this?!" you could just hear her saying.
With reluctance she allowed the kid to put the halter on her head, but you could pretty much sense her disdain.
Fascinated that maybe her desire for pink was not just a projection from me I continued to watch the interaction between Pretty Pony and her child.
As the child lead her around, Pretty Pony began putting her head down, placing her nose against said ratty brown lead rope.
"What is this?!" you could hear her say again. "I'm pretty sure this isn't pink!"
All the way across the corral she kept her nose against the lead rope, examining it carefully for any pink strands. From a distance her walk was amusing, her nose glued to the ground, and her feet carefully raised higher as she followed her child in a rather odd fashion.
Confirming that this was not just my imagination, one of the kids next to me asked: "What is Pretty Pony doing?"
Still thinking I might be creating the situation, I imagined that maybe Pretty Pony was colicking, as she was walking in a similar fashion to a horse that has a belly ache, so I kept quiet, to see what the kids had to offer.
"She seems really fascinated with her lead rope" one child answered the first child's question.
"What is pretty pony doing?" I asked the child holding her lead rope, still hoping she didn't have a belly ache.
"I don't think she likes this lead rope" the child said insightfully.
I let out a guffaw. Sure enough, Pretty Pony had her nose glued to the lead rope, not the ground.
Ok, pretty pony, I said with exasperation. Your princess set is in the mail.
So much for projection. So much for anthropomorphism.
Pretty Pony, does indeed, like pink.
And she is very happy with her new pink halter and lead rope set, thank you very much, and her bridle with pink gemstones.
If you find a pony-sized, pink saddle pad, can you send it my way?
Gee whiz.