There’s never any shortage of cleaning, organizing, grooming, chatting, and oh yah riding to be done at the barn. I especially love to groom the boys. Now that Otto is devoted to Hilly full-time, I’m spending a lot more time fussing over Hobey who does not appreciate it. Otto will stand for hours in the cross-ties while I groom him and stuff him full of treats but Hobey is a man of action. Wave the brush over him a couple times, throw on the saddle and bridle, ride. He’s happy. When I get out the grooming products his eyes roll back in his head.
Hobey is hard to photograph. He’s a curious guy and is always slobbering on the camera, making it hard to get him into focus. For instance, I wanted to show you how cute he is wearing his hay in his hair. But it took a couple (dozen) tries.
One of the things I like to do to poor Hobes is comb his forelock over to one side so it’s kinda nerdy. I don’t know why I do this.
Notice the worried look in his eye. I finally relented and put him back in his stall so he could stick his head in his hay bag and pretend he doesn’t know me. I turned my camera instead to the cats. Eating. Cats are weird.