A few days ago we here in Massachusetts had our first real snow of the winter, and when I put Ben (Thoroughbred in blanket) and Commander (Morgan) out the next day, they wasted no time in enjoying the fluffy white stuff. Ben waded about, nosing through the unblemished powder:
"What is this stuff?" (You'd think he'd know by now, having lived through 17 winters, but he's not the brightest bulb on the tree.) "How does it taste?"
Commander, having paused by the run-in to grab his usual mouthful of hay, headed out to see what all the excitement was.
Ignoring the silly Thoroughbred boinking about, he headed past...
...till he'd found just the right spot to drop...
... and roll, and wallow, and roll:
Ben decided that was a great idea.
Wallow wallow wallow:
Wheeeeeeeee me too! Said Ben.
Shake it up, baby!
Feeling mighty fine!
"Hey, Ben -- you coming?"
"Comin' at ya!"
Shake it, baby!
Hey there, how ya doin?
There's something about playing in the snow that brings out the ATTITUDE in even the mildest-mannered of horses.
And so I leave you with one last ponypic, and wish you a happy holiday and an even happier new year.