Gracie has been sharing digs with Pete T this long, c-c-cold winter. Rob has pretty much taken over care of those 2 and that has amounted to feeding, watering and giving daily scratches. No halters, no leading, no picking up feet, just the bare necessities of life. Grace had even missed 2 trim cycles. We had good intentions of trimming her ourselves, but kept putting it off to a warmer day, which never seemed to happen. I'd also worried that enough time had passed with little handling that she'd be a stinker if we tried to trim without some review lessons. By now, though, I was more concerned about neglecting her feet.
Today was trim day. I decided Greg and I were going to get her trimmed one way or other. I led her to the barn first thing this morning so she'd have time to settle in. The mares in the pasture went into buckingfarting celebrations when they saw us coming and Grace thought she could join the party - yeehaw! But once I got her into a stall, she settled right down. I gave her a few minutes to chill, then got her back out, gave her a thorough brushing and picked out her feet. She was good as gold...sooty gold, that is. Greg came midafternoon and other than a bit of impatience toward the end, was a good girl for her trim.
Once Greg left, I snapped a few pix before taking her back to Pete T. I only got 3 before the camera battery died. One was good enough to share. So, here she is at 10 months of age, our fuzzy-wuzzy, butt high, happy-eyed, wildly colored, Amazing Grace. JMHO, but I think she's cute as a bug's ear. She's got her daddy's attitude, mama's calm sweetness and a snappy lil 4-beat gait.