A couple days later, we were wandering through the Christmas section at Menards on Black Friday looking for lights, and I started random piling things into the cart that I thought were festive. So this year's pictures evolved into a simple "FUCK YES CHRISTMAS SPIRIT!!!!!!!" theme.
|elliott and quinn wanted in on the christmas spirit.|
or they just wanted to know why bobby was jangling so much.
Saturday morning I went out to the barn by myself first thing to braid Bobby's mane while Hubby was hunting. Hubby is patient and tolerant, and I braid quickly, but asking him to stand there while I did it seemed like a bit of overkill.
As I was setting up my stool and braiding shit, BM walked into the barn and called down from the other end of the aisle, "You haven't done it yet, have you? Did I miss it?!" And that is how I know I ended up at the right barn. The main concern for everyone at my barn in PA was that I was never going to find another place that embraced my crazy--aka my need to dress my horse up in outfits all the time.
We plunked a Santa hat down on the barn cat and I got to work. This barn embraces my crazy just fine.
|ears go up for candy dispensing.|
I chucked Bobby outside in his Hello Kitty sleazy for a couple hours until Hubby and I came back to begin the decorating process. I had silver and red bows for his braids, bigger bows for his breast plate, ornaments to dangle of his running martingale, and my giant bells. I wasn't entirely sure what to do with the bells when it came down to it. I finally just draped them over his beck and called it good.
At this point, one of the older ladies that boards at the barn walked by on the way to call the vet for her pus-eyed horse (So gross, but ended up just being a teeny scratch.) and stopped to admire my pile of giant crap spread across the aisle.
"Is that to decorate his stall?"
"No, N. That's to decorate him."
"Best idea ever! He's going to look so handsome! But what are you going to wear?"
Well, supportive barn mate that also readily embraces the crazy, I picked up an ugly-ish sweater and a Santa hat of my own. I grabbed my glittery wreath and carefully climbed aboard.
|he so wanted to sample the fake sparkly apples.|
Since there's been no snow so far this season, we hiked out back to the pond to pose on the bridge where we could at least avoid getting pictures in the mud. Bobby was, as always, supremely difficult to pose with his ears up. They might be up in all the ones I'm posting, but for every one photo of them forward, there are thirty with them flopped sideways or backwards.
|forcefully trying to get them up for a head-on picture. didn't happen.|
and no, bobby is not sad about his plight. this is bobby's every day expression.
|watching horses race around.|
Without a doubt, these were the classiest Christmas pictures we've done. In fact, his braided-in bows looked so fucking fabulous, I left them in.
|"hullo. please give me those snacks."|
|they even survived turnout.|
|and went for a trail ride.|
So there you have it. Christmas 2015 in the books. Here's hoping his bows stay in forever and ever!