Since our time together at the Bitterroot, where she left in October, Kathleen has sorely been missing pony time. And I have been missing her, so this was a perfect opportunity to tempt her to my lair. Or farm, whichever term you prefer.
This is Kathleen's talking-to-animals face. No one (thing?) has an immunity to it.
I had cleared going to the indoor, but it was real cold and mom was freaked out about snowplows on the road and killer drifts and whatnot, so we just went on a little jaunt down to the lake.
So weird/natural to be riding. So weird/natural to be chilling together outside of Dubois, Wyoming.
Aren't they both the cutest things you've ever seen? This is in fact all we could say the entire time all this was taking place. "This is the cutest thing ever." And it really was. Big D was a little bit spicy after going a few months without an outing, but Wrangler Kathleen was delighted with him. Or so she said--I was too busy paying attention to what an angel EZhardcoldcash was to really pay to much attention to them.
Because EZ and I are supercute too. Let's all give mad props to the O'Halloran designed quarter sheets! We are so fancy. And cozy.
Bitterroot baby Arabians have trained Kathleen to beware of every potentially scary/hazardous thing, which has weirdly in turn created a person who spooks like an Arabian would, but D and EZ eventually convinced her that the occasional flapping quarter sheet wouldn't kill anyone.
We are totally roaming our winter wonderland.
Then clear, but apparently catching a moment that's not, actually, blissful?
Liz tried to help us out once we got home, and took like a million pictures until her fingers froze, but again, there's a mixture of blurriness or bunk faces.
All in all though, it was a smashing success, and both Donovan and I will miss Kathleen until she visits again! (Maybe when it's warm though?)
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