@RespectLife
Like every right-thinkiing child of my generation, I loved Roy Rogers and Trigger (Gene Autry and Champion weren't even in the running, so to speak). Every chance I had, I would wish on a star, and the only thing I ever wished for was a horse. My dad always promised me that when I was 13 and old enough to handle one, that if we lived where it was possible, I could have a horse. And by the time I did, and we did, I had saved enough money from my allowance to pay for him. We rode so many miles the horse shoes would wear through before his feet grew out enough to have to have him reshod (non-horse-persons ignore the technicalities!). When we weren't out riding, I would sit out on the back porch reading a book, and he would stand and nap with his nose resting on my foot.
Yes, DEFINITELY the saddle! A horse in the kitchen would be sort of impractical.
(P.S. Once a group of church ladies pulled up to our front gate, obviously intent on paying us a visit. When they saw a horse standing there with his head poked through what looked like the living room window, they inexplicably decided we weren't visitation material and hopped back into their car and drove away.)
And, no, he wasn't a palomino like Trigger.