So I walk out to the barn with two Christmas wreaths in hand. "Okay boys," I say, "we are going to take pictures for the Christmas card. Sundance throws his usual attitude about something new in the corral as he dances and prances around, snorting and throwing his head. I try to show him that is it just Christmas wreaths for the stall doors. He wants not of that decorating stuff. He's the kind of guy who just want his oats, no nonsense, no huggy, kissy aren't we a good horse this morning stuff, no 'tis the season to be jolly. Just feed me, now, please.
He has to be bribed and coaxed into his stall because there's is something odd about the door. He nibbles at the bit of grain used to coax him in, thinking he has won this round.
The arched neck says it all. He is getting anxious at being confined. Sundance does not like to be penned up. Something about being a real horse, free and wild. I just wanna be me.
Pop's reaction to the photo shoot is more subtle.
Photo shoot done. Good thing it was only head shots this morning. Some one didn't clean up for the event.
Ah. To be free and wild and run with the wind and get some breakfast. Humans!
I hope everyone is having fun and enjoying the season.
Have a great week-end.