We're both doing quite well if I do say so myself. I finally have a farrier coming on Wednesday to shoe him, which should make a huge difference. In the meantime, we've been plodding around exploring paddocks with the odd trot and canter thrown in.
Today we just wandered on a loose rein through the paddocks, and then I took advantage of the nice warm autumn day to give him a shampoo.
And then I did something that he might hate me for.
I think I did well though. The green ribbon I had bought to use for him had been 'temporarily misplaced', so I improvised with strips of his fluoro green vet wrap.
In my defense, he thoroughly enjoyed eating from/playing with his haynet for the hour+ that it took me to do. I think I did well to resist doing his tail too... though that day will come!
Aaaaand some more photos, including some of me riding (Oh dear!)
But before I could ride, I had to go and catch him, since he was down the far end of the paddock and didn't feel like coming to me. The cattle in the next paddock, however, were more compliant.
Then I had to fetch all the tack from the back of the car. Dozer helped with that by being my wonderful little packhorse. He didn't even flinch when they fell off after a few strides.
I look massive in this photo... But he looks good!
My mother wanted to have a ride and, as per my rules, she had to swap her cowboy hat for a helmet. I had Dozer hold onto her hat for her :)
And to add to the indignity...
He gave mum a bit of a scare when he shied at what appeared to be nothing, but the rest of their ride went in his typical style - slow and steady.
He was looking so handsome today that we stripped the saddle of and did a little photoshoot.
The pony on the next property had been let out for a run, which go Dozey's attention enough for some beautiful ears-forward photos!
But then his attention was back on the fact that I had a camera on him, again.
"Will you go away with that dang thing?!"
The shoot had a couple of party crashers, which really didn't bother Dozer much.
And then I got one of the best photos of the day once the shoot was over and we were back in the shade, making for a shoddy photo. Typical.
And I didn't even let up with the photos when he was back in the paddock eating dinner. Mind you, the party crashers didn't give up either, and one was even brave enough to sneak up beside him to share his dinner. Dozer did not allow that.