Martin: I want to go out.
Me: No, you're not well enough
Martin: I am so. Let me out, NOW-owowow
Me: You can't even jump on the couch yet. I'm not letting you out
Martin: I hate you. You're ruining my life. I shall tromp over to the bed in a huff.
Me: Martin, it's time for you
Martin: I love you.
Carmen continues to school well. Cynthia's daughter rode her the other day and did very well dealing with her shanigans. I know because the next time I rode her she was soft and responsive. She brought a friend who rode Irish as well.
|poor Carmen, so exhausted by this evil young woman|
|ohh, hack? Let's go!|
|Irish: stop crowding, I'm not going any faster|
Guinness has learned the joys of swimming. We walk to the lake and he swims for a bit and then we walk home.
|carrrying his stick to the lake|
|after the swim. Apparrently wet sticks taste even better|
This week we got the last of our hay for the year. It's a hard job but I love the smell of fresh hay in the barn and there is satisfaction knowing I'm prepared for the winter.
Tomorrow Carmen and I head off to show #2. I am very excited about it. I am not sure how she feels but I think she'll have fun too.