Leave it to human ingenuity to solve almost anything.

Lauren Mesaros, a California nurse, needed to flee from the Tubbs Fire going on in Napa, Sonoma and Lake counties in Northern California. Mesaros also needed to get her three horses, including her pony Stardust, away from the flames as well.

The problem? The trailer only held two of the three horses.

Mesaros' solution? Put Stardust in the car.

“He actually walked right into the car like a dog would,” Mesaros said in an interview with SF Gate.

Mesaros said she put Stardust into the back of her 2001 Honda Accord, aided by her friend Carol Spears, whom Mesaros described as “a horse whisperer.”

Mesaros' sister-in-law posted the picture to Facebook, which has subsequently gone viral. The photo has been shared more than 17,000 times and has the caption: "When your sister in law Lauren has to evacuate her pony from Santa Rosa but no transport is available - you do what you have to do."

The horses have been taken to nearby Wind Horse Ranch in Sebastopol to wait out the blaze and while Mesaros' property has largely been spared from significant damage, her car isn't so lucky.

“My car will never smell the same again,” she said.

Just give BIG DEAL a call for a full detail on your car and it will smell right again but do not get close to BIG DEAL for several weeks.

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Just give BIG DEAL a call for a full detail on your car and it will smell right again but do not get close to BIG DEAL for several weeks.

I think your faith in my detailing abilities might be a bit misplaced. Stardust has likely left his permanent mark on that Accord. However, I bet there's a future Honda commercial in there somewhere.

Anything for more horsepower!

I'll see myself out.

Now that the pony has ridden in the car, it'll be hell trying to get him to go back to the trailer.

Thread drift warning:

When I was a wee little tad my great-grandfather brought a pony home in the back seat of his gigantic, early 1950's Chrysler for me to ride. That little bastard bit me. The pony, I mean. It's the thought that counts, though.

Grand-Dad was born in 1876. Hard to wrap my head around that.

What ever it takes.