Too Cute Tuesday: "I brought Christmas!"

Which is exactly what I said when I walked into the barn with all my left over Christmas decorating shit. And I also said, "It's been too long since you've been dressed up in fucking awesome outfits, Bobby!" He walked over to the stall door and gave me his half-assed filly nicker in greeting, so I added, "This will be a million times better than the Think Pink photos! You don't even know how much fun this will be!"

Also, I know "TCT" is not a thing (yet), and that there is nothing too cute about my horse, but I'll include a picture of Memphis to make it legit.

christmas hippo!

After sorting through my sad pile of scraps, BM pointed out the massive wreath of BO's that they had yet to hang above the barn and went to go get it. It's built around a metal frame that we obviously didn't want to hang from a pony's neck, so we dug out a collar and settled it on that instead. 

Then it was time for the decorating to begin.

sarah has been feeling left out of the blog lately. so here she is "fixing" my fucked
up christmas tree. clearly she failed. way to let the team down, sarah!

BM helped me drape the wrapping paper and tuck in an old tree skirt as a butt doily. Sarah affixed a bow on Robert's nose, I tucked the Santa hat into his bridle, and away we went.

"durh, how do i look?"

fucking awesome is how you look, bobby!

We tried everything we could to get Bobby to put his ears up and pose. But we all know my horse is broken, and his posing is pretty much the biggest FAIL ever. 

the puppies were more than happy to pose for the rattling sugar cube box.
bobby not so much.

"wut?"

We finally decided it was more Bobby-esque anyway with his ears flopped over sideways.

pretty much sums him up on a daily basis. 

But we did manage to get a couple with sort of forward ears and a sort of less than vacant expression. 

i envy you all your pretty horses. 

but i win at having the most tolerant creature on the planet.

Then we posed for a family picture.

note memphy checking us out in the background, waiting his turn. 

And one more of Memph because he needs some props for also putting up with us:

daww, that tongue. i can't even. 

I'd shoved Bobby off to the side while we decked out Memphis, and he kept himself busy by eating the corn stalks BO had put up for fall decorations. He was not pleased when Sarah tried to get him to stop eating them so he could carry the collar back up.

delish

after a hearty game of tug of war.

and right back at it.

We have the best ponies ever.