Mustang Saga

This post is brought to you by the letter M.

My baby in the mud. Almost two, and still so very much a baby.

Misty Mountain's Majesty

My Men Working
(horses don't make good tripods)

Muddy Mustache on Mustang Muzzle. Ha!

More Mustangs, Mud, & Mountains

I went ahead and trimmed Scout myself today. His soft little hooves were splitting and breaking and I just couldn't wait any longer. He was a very good boy, for the most part... Then I worked on circling and stopping and flipping the rope over his back, head, and around his legs. When I threw the pony saddle up on his back he was irritated and pulled it off into the mud. Naughty child.

Tonka got some work on picking up feet and he was an angel. I trimmed a bit of frog, but resisted the temptation to touch anything else. Hopefully the trimmer will come for him soon. His hooves are too long!

Then I took Scout away and put him with Cisco. Tonka was upset, that is his baby. You should have seen him running around with his tail in the air!

Overall a good evening. Day two on the diet and I am starving. All I have to do is think the word diet and my stomach starts to gnaw on itself. And of course John is blithely unhungry, the butthead.