So, how do you want me to pose?
Next up was this little Arabian mare. She came right up to the fence, on legs that could tell many stories.
My mom told me that this gal is in her mid to late twenties and her owners live far away. They brought her to the stable and our milder climate because where they live is very cold. Alaska, I think.
How ironic is it that we've had one of the coldest, snowiest winters in decades? With records being broken for amount of snowfall?
I love her flea bitten coat. The flea bites are the red of an Irish Setter. What color do you think she was originally? Do you think she was always gray, or was chestnut and grayed out with age?
I don't know who these pair of bays are. The one on the left really is a pony. I was just happy to see them drinking a lot of water on this cold day.
And I have major forelock envy of this one. I mean, that is the forelock one dreams about!
At least, I know my mom's gelding Dusty dreams about it! Like My Boy, he has the fuzzball forelock.
You makin' fun of my forelock?
Unless the last blizzard of 2008 hits in the next hour (which is not entirely out of the question these days) then I am off to see my own snow pony later today!
I think I'm going to go roll in glee!