on a cold cold cold day. 32 degrees and the wind blowing. He is a sweetheart. He is up on his toes, very concerned about everything going on around him, but not the least bit spooky. (Unlike a nameless black mare who was spooking at her own blanket.)
Well, in fairness, blankets can be terrifying. Arty NEVER failed to spook at his; I was one of the only people who could come near him with one. Silly pony.
ReplyDeleteFawkes is adorable... though I think I may have mentioned that before!
Might you be suffering from a little horse envy--LOL! ;)
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