I hoped this week, after giving Greta a week off last week since she had been worked quite hard and quite consistently all three months (and before) of summer, that I could get back into a consistent riding schedule this week. You know, the one I had planned and set-up a couple of weeks ago? I don't believe it will work out this week. I'm crossing my fingers for next week.
Also, Greta's tail has been bagged. In Kensington SmartPink Plaid to be specific. I'm trying to save it. It was long and full when I got her, and over the months it has just... thinned out. I wouldn't have done it, but it has five inches of REALLY THICK FRINGE on the end and her fly spray is absolutely wonderful (Absorbine Ultrashield EX, it stays on even with hosing off after rides and sweating, and it may not say so, but it is made from natural ingredients, Pyrethrins from chrysanthemums) so it's good. We'll see how it does. And she doesn't seem to mind. More spoilage on her behalf :)
In the meantime (I'm going to put up a little post on my favorite hand analogies....)
Hello, this is Greta. Greta Golightly. You know who. Now, observe the beauty that is me.
Bre was laughing when she saw me sleeping like this. But I want to let everyone know, that is how REAL beauty sleep goes down.
And this is how you tell the yearling next door to shut his trap. He chews his hay really loud. Bre says she doesn't know why I don't like "little Rio," but she only sees that cute baby facade when she comes around. She doesn't see the little brat he is when no humans are around. Well..... I haven't either. But I know it's there.
Okay, I'm gone. Buh-bye :)