Farrier visit for the little dude

Doesn't he look thrilled?

But Mom, it's new!

So among the things I've found exciting about this whole "owning horses" deal is buying new, shiny things.  (Seriously, give me half a chance and a bigger budget, and I'm going to be a hell of a tack whore.)

By the time it finally got cold and rainy, I had a plan.  My barn friends have blankets that will fit Justice until he's big enough that I won't be buying a new one every year, but Cessa long ago stopped getting bigger.  (Well, in the ways that matter - girl isn't exactly a hard keeper...)

She's worn blankets before; it shouldn't have even been an issue.  But between the cold weather, a bit of a wind, and the crinkly noises of a new blanket - and hell, maybe the stripes instead of a solid color - she spent over an hour following me around the stall as closely as she could.  You could almost see the text over her head:

Mom!  Save me from this thing!  It's eating me!

By the time I left, she'd gotten over herself, but I was cracking up.