Such a cutie

Sleeping on the job - and new spots!

Man, I have a wild, crazy baby on my hands.  He didn't want to go through the gate, which lead to this hilarious snapshot:

Yep, that's right: he tried to go to sleep.

And in the continuing saga of Justice's spots, we've lost the butt-cheek spots and now have this across our butt instead:

Still Captain Awkward, so sadly that's about all the body I'm willing to share on the internet.  I know he'll be fine in the end, but oh my god, he's all parts right now!

New halter

So you may notice that Cessa has had a few halters:

 

Our latest iteration is this charming blue number with the pair of knots on the nose:

Why so many halters?

Well, it seems that a certain bay mare has decided that pulling back when tied is fun.  The navy and baby blue halter was a cheap Horseloverz purchase, so it wasn't exactly a shock when she sat back in it for the second time and it snapped.

The purple rope halter... well, I still have it, but Miss Thing sat back in that one, too.  In case you didn't know, rope halters can stretch.  A lot.  It still fits, sort of.

Our new plan is a sturdier rope halter, with knots on the nose that might help deter her, and we'll see what happens.  If she doesn't give up next time, it may be time for a come to Jesus meeting...

Sometimes the outtakes are the best

My selfie game is... let's call it amateur hour.  And that might just be generous.  I have shown my collected selfies for a day to others and gotten the response, "You know when you're taking the picture, right?  So why is your mouth open?"

On the other hand, the outtakes are sometimes the best.

"No, Cessa, that's a phone - not a treat..."

Today was supposed to be farrier day, but unfortunately, the farrier was kicked in the back by a client earlier in the day.  He had good intentions to show up until we told him to go the hell home and rest!

When she's good, she's very, very good...

And when she's awful...

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...

Artsy

Well, his head's still cute, even if the rest of him is Dr. Frankenstein's monster territory.

Draft horse babies: when the awkward comes to town, it really comes to town.

He also now has new spots!  The big spot on his side has vanished, to be replaced by a pair of spots on his butt that look like he leaned against a freshly-painted post.

Broke out the good camera