For our Christmas pictures this year, I'd originally thought about doing a Mr and Mrs Claus theme. I was going to get a beard and appropriate Claus outfits and everything, but then I couldn't find anything
Then Sarah stepped in.
Forget Santa. Turning Bobby into a bona fide Christmas tree complete with a tree attached to him was a way better idea!
I dug through my tubs of left over Christmas shit, and then we hit up the dollar store on the way out to the barn to get even more shit. Sarah hacked and jumped Bobby while I beat Shooter (who was being such a lazy pig) before we tossed Shooter back outside and took Bobby to the back of the barn. There are a few stalls back there that are for the smaller horses/ponies that don't have sky lights over them like the other stalls do so they're darker--as in, they make lights show up better. We commandeered a stall from K who was in the process of mucking out and set up shop.
We started with the basics: two types of garland, ribbon, and a banner that was supposed to read "ho, ho, ho" but somehow only ended up with one "ho". Not sure how that happened... Sarah secured the red tree as a horn while I started wrapping lights. T was like, "I can't believe he's just standing there!" And I was all, "He thinks he's tied. Only he's just plugged in." #bobbyproblems
|the tree was a little precarious|
We stuck a few bows and ornaments on him and strung up the battery powered Happy Holidays light strand. The giant gold bow got plopped on, and then we were left facing how and where we were going to put the Christmas tree. K helpfully chimed in (we had quite an audience at this point), "Just put it between his ears!"
|kind of bummed the fake snow on his legs didn't come out clearly|
We popped the cheapie side panels out, tied it down with some red ribbon, topped it with a Santa hat, and were good to go.
|one lit up ho|
I guess I've always taken my horses for granted because I've gotten so many comments of, "I can't believe he lets you do that!" I just...wouldn't ever expect him to not do it. But really that goes for all the horses I've owned. Maybe I just pick a good brain above everything else (god knows soundness isn't one of my strong suits). He's not Saint Bobby. He's a horse with rock solid ground manners and a foundation of trust in his owner. Don't under-sell your horse, people. Try it yourself before you assume your own horse can't or won't put up with such shenanigans.
|maybe you don't feed enough cookies for your pone to tolerate this.|
trainer's tip: feed cookies constantly.
|Merry Christmas from Bobby!|