Steph and I both went up to feed the horses yesterday evening. It's nice when she actually volunteers to do something that requires moving. We rode the golf cart because, well because it is hot man. After all, it's August in west Kentucky and it gets pretty darn sticky around these parts.
The horses were mighty happy to see us too. We = food. That would make anyone or anything happy wouldn't it?
What a handsome fellow Mr. Dakota is. He looks almost orange in this picture. He is a very social boy. Always has to get his way into everything that is going on.
Whereas Jones is a little aloof. After all, she is the princess of the pasture. One mustn't show their real feelings you know.
Even if your halter is too big.
Someone appears to be a bit bored.
Leave it to my daughter to provide the entertainment. She told me to stop taking her picture because she knew exactly what I was going to do with it. "Why what do you mean Steph?" I asked.
I'm not saying another word.