Good morning y'all! No changes with Cinnamon this morning. Gobbled down her breakfast and promptly wanted OUT of her stall! Her numbers show no change. I will get y'all some new pics this afternoon.
Renee, for clarification, that was Ike's leg, not Cin's!! It was a tiny, tiny cut, but bled A LOT! He came thundering up to the fence this morning, so obviously doesn't hurt him!
Amara has grown so much since we took those pictures!! It's hard to believe how fast they grow. She's 12 now, and is my baby. The oldest is 19, and the middle one is 17. Amara has been pestering me to go riding, but it is so hard to find the time. When I was her age, I would disappear for HOURS on my horse. I wouldn't DREAM of letting her out of my sight...she's not quite as "horse savvy" as I was. My very first horse was a Shetland pony named Blondie (appropriately enough). I decided I was outgrowing her, so Santa brought me the most GORGEOUS Appaloosa when I was 7 years old. His name was Dusty. He died at the age of 33. There must have been 100,000 miles on that horse. He was my friend, my therapist, my heart!! Blondie lived to around 35. She was SUCH a character!