ANY EXCUSE. Any will do. I'm like that granma that likes to pull wee little photo album out of her purse while on public transit busses and show you pictures of her grandkids, except I have a grandbaby and horses, so expect any excuse to trot them out.
The Old Man, the undisputed KING of the pasture, any pasture. Mr. I give NO FIGS about living alone - Superman and grandson of Doc Bar himself. He is 22 and has taught many of us how to ride, and a few of us how to face off and fight for our lives when he's been made angry beyond his ability to control himself. That was our fault, not his. We loves him.
The Old Man and his Hooman, my son, about to go putzing around in the pasture... why they felt the need to get out gloves and a rifle, IDK. But hey, you have fun boys...
The Magnificent Mr. Trigger.... he and Supes are the Odd Couple.
On the trail... well. At camp, last summer:
The incomparable, never to be bullied, Gina. This is the mare they we talking about when they said Tell a Gelding, Ask a Stallion, but negotiate
with a Mare. She is my Husband's mare. Yes, I'm fat and bloating looking. I was struggling last summer with my weight. Still am, getting a handle on it. Hubs said after that weekend I either needed to cut back or get a bigger horse. *beatshim*
Oops - the baby born to us. Our senior Golden Retriever, Max, was bigger than her the day she was born.
She's three now. I think she was 2 in that picture. Pretty much looks the same, just bigger, her tail touches the ground now, her mane is thick and getting very long. Tomorrow she gets her first farrier trim.
Her fourth ride, after saddling up a couple of months ago.
AJ, a registered paint mare my husband fell in love with, got home with, and then discovered she's arthritic in her left knee and sound only for light trailriding. I bought her from him. She will be lightly ridden this summer, but will, by next year with any luck, be carrying a foal. Little britches in the Carhart is my granddaughter, and I don't mind sharing her name: Khloe.
Outback - She was born to us, her mother was a hateful rank hag. I don't miss her, but Outback was learning terrible habits from her. I bought her last week for 300.00 from my daughter. She is a yearling, and what is called a Medicine Hat Paint. I suspect she'll be about Gina's size when matured. It's hard to get a flattering picture of her right now - she's battled ring worm, rain rot, busted the toe off a hoof last week (She may be getting a trim tomorrow too!), and she's dirty and was wormy that day (Because she's been too wild to worm. I remedied that.). She's looking so much better now.
Lastly... Little Sakem Dancer (registered name). The bay roan... She has no barn name yet. She's my daughter's new acquisition, an unhandled 3 year old AQHA filly.