Come Hail or High Water

I braved the elements and made it out to see My Boy yesterday. I know you don't believe me. You probably think I just curled up on my couch under my furry blanket and watched an installment of Lonesome Dove. Tempting as that was, I really went to see my horse. I have proof!


I was also delivering his new mineral and joint supplements. My Boy is boarded on my sister's farm, about a 40 minute drive (on a good day) from the city I live in. So it requires a commitment to see him, almost 2 hours round trip in drive time alone. But I do it as many times during the week as I can, and, always on the weekend. Today, I only ran into one hailstorm and one rain shower on the way. No snow, thank goodness (I have anxiety about driving in the snow.) The sun actually made a rare appearance while I was with My Boy. The arena was too sloppy and slippery to even lounge him in, so I played human hot walker. See that bit of mane flopping over on My Boy's neck? He has the worst cowlick ever there! Before he became mine, he had a pulled western pleasure style mane, which looked nice enough on him. But I am letting it grow out long, reiner-style.

Oh, so you noticed I am not wearing the new boots yet? I know, I know, I am going to have to get that first speck of mud on them sooner or later. How about later? I think it is still mucker boot season around this farm, for a few more weeks. After letting him graze a little, I put My Boy away and gave him his new supplements. Boy that joint supplement is sure stinky! Must be all that shark cartilage. Here he is, making a bee-line for his hay! Never one to miss a meal, that's My Boy! See you later this week, ya big pill!