So my aunt and uncle's house was where we all pretty much kept our horses until they moved and we temporarily had to find new homes for them all, thus the reason there are 3 different houses in these pics.
This is Bob, he died at the beginning of December, but he was my first horse, so of course he still holds a very special place in my heart. He was a big goober, but even at 24 he had more energy than most yearlings I know.
Here he is trying to figure out why we're all interupting his lovely grazing time
And again, he's not really sure why I'm talking to him when he knows I can clearly see all the grass around him
Sooo tempted by the treat he knows I have in my pocket, but really doesn't want to leave the grass all around him
Here is Mrs. Angel Socks. Angel for short, and depending on who you ask is either that exactly, or the exact opposite. On the ground, she is the sweetest thing ever, but as soon as you get on her back she turns into a witch. She wants to please, but only if its her idea, and her main idea is eating.
Here we are with her trying to figure out how to get me off without getting into too much trouble (ignore the shoes. I left my boots at home, and an hour each way just wasn't worth it)
Here she is showing what she thinks of getting her picture taken
This is Tiffany, my 6 year old cousin Jada's pony. This was about the meanest pony I've ever been around, but she was decent with the kids who rode her and only had her moments every couple hours rather than all the time. Haha
This is another one of my cousin's horses, Happi. She's about 26 and is now retired from everything except eating and hogging the fans in everyone's stall but her own.
Here is a mare that my cousin took for a friend because the mare spooked and threw her and now she is terrified of her. We were keeping her to train for the lady and she was so pretty I had to take pictures
This is my favorite picture ever of Bob and Angel ever. It may look like Bob can't stand her, but being the only gelding in a group of 10 mares, he had his pick, he was a little stud-muffin (or at least he thought he was a stud...). And Angel and Happi were the only ones he would get beat up by on a regular basis, and still go back for more. Haha
Lastly, here is my aunt's horse Star and her baby. He was born on St. Patty's day 2006, so he's aptly named Lucky.
Sorry there are so many, there were so many good ones I finally had to just stop myself of there would be soooo many more.