Don't let that cute face fool you. We took terrible selfies before I started contemplating turning her into glue.
After the selfie session, we wandered around the pasture for a bit, doing this and that. Walk over these poles, check. Back up between the poles, check. Walk around the pasture, check.
She started ignoring me, and we had a discussion about that. Part of that discussion was a quick "go out on the end of the lead rope and move, dammit."
"Move, dammit," was being greeted with a whole lot of "I don't wanna," so I swatted her with the end of the lead rope a couple of times.
And then Miss Thing decided it was a great time to cow-kick at me. Barely nicked my arm - I'm developing a pretty hilarious bruise - but you'd better believe I checked that out after I made sure she understood that this was Not Allowed To Happen Ever Again.
Thank god it wasn't worse; today was one of those rare days when I was out in the barn alone...
