Frankly, one could make the joke that there's not much size difference between dog and pony (although really, there is). The Newfoundland Pony is not a big animal – they come to about mid-torso on me and I'm not vertically enhanced in any way. They were historically used for hauling wood, fishnets, fish, carts, sleighs and basically doing whatever was needed around a homestead in Newfoundland. (Incidentally, the dogs were used in much the same way.)
There are roughly 250 Newfoundland Ponies left in the world. Some are in Newfoundland, some in other parts of Canada. I'm not sure if there are any in other countries or not. They have fabulous personalities and are able to deftly manage the most ridiculous of terrain.
Katherine and I wandered over to see some of them today. We've tried in the past, but they weren't accessible for much of the winter and, in summer, tend to ignore passersby who want to get them over from the other side of the field. We happened on them today as we made our way to the post office and stopped for a gawk. When we showed no sign of spontaneously showering them with carrots and apples, they left. The look of disgust above says it all.
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