BO: Hey, how are you guys doing?
BO: I haven't seen you all week.
Me: I was here Monday and Tuesday.
BO: Oh, I was at Ag Days so.....
And he continues his conversation with Hubby who got out of the truck at that moment as I stalked off. I grabbed my brushes to go over Bobby really quick so we could snap some body shots of him before his new owner comes to pick him up. Hubby came in a few minutes later singing, "I would take a grenade for ya..." Or an obnoxious, oblvious BO.
So here are some comparison pictures. Bobby before:
|round booty, no back bone to be seen.|
Fast forward to today:
Same horse? I think not. Disgusting. I think he's lost about 300 pounds. No shit. But he only has to make it through two more days and he'll be able to look like a rotund Standardbred again. Only, he's a Thoroughbred. But still.
I'll get after pictures of Red tomorrow. He doesn't look nearly as bad, but comparitively, to where he was in December, he looks dreadful.
I'm starting Red back into work sloowly. I'm not going to ride him until we move barns and he starts eating right again, but I'm going to lunge him in side reins a few times a week just to get him oot and aboot.
We went ten minutes total today, mostly walk/trot transitions with three circles at the canter each way.
|red! we're not hunter pony anymore!|
|kind of dressage pony?|
Red: Ok, fine. Proceeds to leap into canter, get tangled in lunge line, and take off across the arena where the gate is open.
Red: Oh, hey. I'm stuck in my lunge line. Help?
Ohh, Red. So we regrouped and finished our three circles with minimum fuss. He got a bath, Bobby got hosed off and put back out (He had to come in with us because he can't be out alone.), and away we all went on our hungry ways.