I had the perfect Christmas card composed in my head. Jay and I each with our well-mannered horses with Allie-bird sitting calmly between us. Each of the horses were going to calmly stay in place and were going to set up for their pictures like pros. They weren't even going to mind wearing their Christmas colors.
We spent some time a couple of weeks ago getting them used to their Christmas clothes.
I should have known that it wasn't going to go as planned when Skeeter pulled her clothes off the fence and proceeded to shred them. I think she liked the sound of the material tearing, because she kept doing it.
I didn't like how not-Christmas-y Skeeter's blue halter looked, so I changed to a purple flat nylon halter. Have I ever worked her in a flat halter? No, but she's got good ground manners, right? She's solid, I shouldn't need the reinforcement of the knots on the rope halter, right?
Jay got the camera all set up and it was show time!
After trying to get Skeeter (the damn mare) to line up nicely, I said screw it, let's just do pictures one at a time.
Since Copper was being a good boy and was already in position, he and Jay went first.
Then Skeeter and I took our turn. Lord is that girl food-driven.
Skeeter needs some serious work; she hasn't been worked in a few weeks. Her ground manners in the pen are amazing. Once we leave the pen, it's like her brain falls out her butt.
We said, screw it, let's just get our picture with Allie-bird and call it good. We put the horses away, threw their hay and got ready to take pictures with the dog. As soon as we got ready to take the pictures, over came the horses, like, "whatcha doin'?" Skeeter even kicked the fence to remind us she was there.