It's officially here; I've had to break ice off the water troughs in the mornings and the other day I wrote my name in the frost/snow with Stormy's hoof prints during our warmup. While the latter was fun, I'm already ready for summer to come back.
It's spring time--ok well sort of, yesterday I woke up to snow and nearly cried; thankfully it melted off by noon. In any event, even here in the desert spring means diet time for Woody, who apparently can take nutritive content from the air (it's his special talent). As you might imagine he's not pleased. I'm hoping he can quell his homicidal urges.
I believe that ponies are the equine equivalent of used car salesmen; you think you're getting the deal of a lifetime until you get home and then you realize you've mostly been taken for a ride (usually through a manure filled back pasture and over a few barbed wire fences along the way).