|all the other horses have nasty fly bites on their chests. bobby has his under his chin.|
Yesterday, Bobby got groomed, doused in fly spray, Hooflex applied, and stuffed with cookies. Today, he got a bath and spent a couple of hours grazing on the prairie outside the round pen while I hung out with some other riders. You would think this sounds great for a pony, but it was only acceptable to Bobby.
Me: Come on, Bobby! You're going out to graze!
Bobby: yaaaaawwwnnn. I don't know. I guess that's okay.
Me: What's wrong?
Bobby: Well, first of all, I was trying to nap. Secondly, I really wanted some new, different hay this morning because I didn't like my breakfast hay, but BM saw that I had all this extra hay--even though I tried to trample it to show her my displeasure--and she only gave me one more flake. And I wanted all the flakes.
Me: That's a sad story. Did you at least eat your one new flake?
Me: Why not?
I hung out at the indoor for awhile to watch K work with her 2yo Appy cross in my hackamore. Lily could have cared less about getting tacked up, getting her girth tightened, or about paying attention/manners in general. She's such a brat on the ground and preferred spinning in circles and screaming to doing any real work.
|fat horse, strange inclusion of dressage whip.|
Sarah rolled in and we went up to the outdoor where we were joined by S on Silver and H on Sunny. H is up from South Carolina until the 4th while her boyfriend/fiancee/husband paints a bridge. She's working with Sunny since other S is healing up from an injury.
|silver, the walker/thoroughbred/quarter horse/?|
I had great fun listening to H talk about her horses back home in her southern accent, and I was impressed she knew of my old hometown of Florence (Current population 31,000--I promise you there were far less when we lived there.).
|h on sunny.|
Aaaand, that's about it. Nothing exciting has been going on. We've got a show next weekend so I'll ramp up the work once Bobby's toes are seen to.