|Hmm. Not the most flattering angle.|
|Here's my cliche curry comb pic.|
As I said to Tracy when I was whining at her on the phone the other day, it doesn't do me any good if spring shows up but my horse is injured from the gross weather, or if my shoulder isn't functional (it's touch and go at the moment--a four year old child tackled me. Yes. He did. And now my never-quite-right, twice-surgical shoulder is screaming at me all the time).
But maybe, maybe, maybe we're getting close to the finish line here. And I really hope so, because there is a FANTASTIC looking show on March 21 that I really want to take him to. Check out the link and prepare to be amused by the class names. It looks relaxing and fun--the perfect first outing for him. But it's less than a month away now, and I want to have ridden him enough between now and then that he isn't totally feral.
Red is doing fine, too. He's adorable as always. Maybe I'll get to ride him next week, we'll just have to see.