|handsome mug. doesn't happen often.|
You officially suck way fucking more than February. Fuck you.
Nothing like the first day of Spring to have your horses shoes sucked off by mud--which is almost unfair to say because my barn has amazing pasture management and the only mud in Bobby's massive field is right by the gate and run-in. But you get rain and then snow and then sun and then more snow and then more rain and the ground is just a fucking disaster no matter what you do.
So instead of a fun jump ride, I stuck Bobby on the crossties and removed a Pomerarian-sized ball of hair from his body before making him pose for pictures.
|bobby in december, coming back into work after vacation.|
|"i can haz the cookies now, yes?"|