Tonight, after work, I slipped out to the barn and watched the sunset with Jingle.
I was hand walking him. He's still lame. Most days I want to absolutely murder him in cold blood. Especially when he fricken walks all over me. Or when he refuses to be bute-d. Or when he bashes me into a stall during the process. Or, lately, when he just exists. Sigh.
But then I get a shot like this, which makes him look like such a serene, introspective, beautiful pony... and I think, it isn't so bad. After all, I do love him. Even if he is the ultimate jackass.
Updates to follow, I swear, but for now.. take it in.
There is nothing like an Alberta sky.