|"Please please please bring me in I'm done"|
Got to the barn as the guys were bringing the horses in, and Soonie was still outside. I called to him, and Mr. Tough Turnout I Don't Need To Come In Early Anymore came trotting over. TROTTING. And nickering. He had clearly had enough and was not impressed with snow and wind and not getting a spot at the round bale.
So I brought Bubba in and he went straight for his hay (do not pass go, do not stop to crib), so I figured he was eager to warm up. I removed the snow/ice from his face and neck, covered his neck with a cooler, and let him eat hay for a little while. After he had dried off a little bit, we tacked up and got in the ring for another walk/trot school. Given that it was really cold, I figured we didn't need to do a whole lot, just get to a nice, soft, forward trot with good stretch (besides, canter work yesterday was superb!).
|Good boy! :)|
Soonie earned his two carrots tonight. He's such a good sport to come out and try so hard on every single ride, even after looking like an equine popsicle for a couple of hours. Since it's going to be cold again tonight (and one corner of his stall under the boarded up window is snow covered thanks to the wind), I tossed him some extra hay, gave him a big hug, and called it a night. :)
|Thawing after coming in from the frozen tundra|