I love Welsh Cobs and I really hope that I can have one some day. In the meantime I'm enjoying blogs of the fun others have with welsh cobs (such as T and Cob Jockey). M drives Maggie and she wanted her to experience new places.
|what is not to love?|
Carmen danced around for a bit and then decided that it was all very boring and went back to grazing.
Irish couldn't take his eyes off of Maggie:
He just had to show off his fancy moves:
|is she looking? I think she's looking? I better show off my fancy trot.|
And LOOK- we have the same colour bell boots- it must be fate.
|OMG, she's so talented|
Me, I was much cooler. I was just trying to figure out how steal her. I mean how much fun would this be?
I don't think that Carmen shared our enthusiasm:
Irish: Isn't she pretty?
Carmen- she's kinda short
Irish: Short and perfect. And look at what she can do.
Carmen- meh, it's not that impressive. Look, she can't even see with those things on her bridle.
Irish: maybe she's going to live here!
Carmen: No. Just no.
Irish: it would be so much fun. We could all play together.
Carmen: There's not enough room...
Irish: we have that extra stall and...
Carmen: no, there can only be one grey mare on a farm.
Carmen: Yes. It's a rule: grey mares (big ones, not little teeny ones) are so perfect that only one can be on a farm.
Irish: but she's so cute. Look mom is smitten too.
Carmen: I see that. I shall explain to her later how she's wrong. I require all of her attention.