It was time for the annual trek, so we were on the road with our load. And what a load it was. We have a trick to get up the last bit of hill. If you subtract 2 horses from the load, you mysteriously have more horsepower to make it up.
Yes, they look a little silly with their fly masks on, but it enabled them to ride in the trailer with the windows down to get the maximium airflow on a ridiculously hot day.
There were a few bugs, but we had the right kind of high-zoot fly spray, so everyone was comfortable.
Jake is the leader of the pack, and apparently he knows how to pick just the right spot for a good roll after a long trip in the trailer.
"Red rover, red rover, come get this clover!"
Spiffy needed a couple of days of recovery to get back up to his energetic self. Then we had a little trouble keeping him in nice-but-not-naughty mode. He personified that ol' cowboy song, "Don't pet the dog. He gets it confused with romance."
Daddy got in a few nights of fishin', and we will have a few nights of fantastic fish for dinner!
Lovely view on the way back from the fishin' spot.
We got in a little riding but wanted more. Daddy put in some work time, so he gets some make-up rides. (Hmm, maybe the beach??)
Ol' Glory flyin' high.
Happy, happy horses. Lots of grass, lots of treats.
Gramma's cats have a similar life...not missin' many biscuits.
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