Mother (apparently) wanted to take some pictures of me.* I figured she wanted to pet me and scratch my scratchy areas, maybe even take me in for dinner...?
Hello... why do you keep flashing that bright light in my eyes?
She seemed irritated at my closeness. She would back away (trying to get a picture, I realize now)... I thought she was finally admitting my dominance, and I put my ears back as I stepped closer...
Mother quickly reminded me that she is always leader, * and she made me move along. Jeez, make a few faces, and you get yelled at...
Anyway, she did manage to get a few pictures:
This is my old man winter pose...
My interpretation of a winter horse statue...
See ya, cookie-less, non-petting, no halter so no dinner, mean lady...
* Now you know why so many of Bif's pictures are in the crossties! He's either too friendly, or too pushy if you back up just a step or two. In Bif's defense, he doesn't mug you for treats, he's just wanting to be pet. When you start backing up, though, he thinks you're playing or backing down dominance wise and starts to press his advantage... He will try to "drive" you in the field if you don't tell him to knock it off. Six and a half years of being a stallion, I guess.
.... See ya, cookie-less, non-petting, no halter so no dinner, mean lady...
ReplyDeleteHmmm, my morgans Padre & Bella give me this kinda backtalk all too often...
I have a lot of photos of my yearling's muzzle. There is something so fascinating about the flash box!
ReplyDeleteI could find no comment box in your last post. Saying goodbye to Boyfriend - Going home. Just so beautiful. I have no words to offer you comfort because you did it so beautifully in your blog. May he always run free in pastures. Truly a lovely graceful goodbye to an old friend. I have enjoyed your blog and loved the gray gelding "Boyfriend". Thank you
ReplyDeleteI am so glad you enjoyed him. Thank you!
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