The odyssey

Yesterday morning, Alexey shared a picture of his new Mini Brand chicks.

Immediately, I had questions.

Alexey had answers.

One thing led to another, and a plan was made.

Balls of joy and miniatures.

Yeah, I'm going to need that capybara.

Alexey whipped out his weight chart and scale and started weighing balls.

Repeat, repeat, repeat.

Addict behavior.

We made our selections and went to check out.

I asked, "Are we opening them at your house or mine?"

"We're opening them in the car," Alexey said. "If we don't get the ones we want, we're going straight to another store."

Oh.

We opened our balls.

I got exactly the two I wanted.

Seems un-Jenniferlike, but I have a plan.

At this point, I was ready to go home.

Alas, Alexey and Tori still had needs. We headed out to Target number two. 

"I'm about to be unemployed," I said. "I'm not buying anything."

Then I saw the mini Milk Bone jar.

Oh.

Alexey whipped out his phone and got the dot code for the Milk Bones.

Back to the car for another opening ceremony.

Yay!

Alexey and Tori were not as lucky. Target number three was under discussion. 

"I think I know this is going to go," I said, "but my house is kind of between here and there. You could drop me off."

They both laughed and told me I was a hostage.

Oh.

We went to another store.

And then another.

Alexey's bunny remained elusive, but Tori did get all the crabs.

Thank you, friends, for the night of balls of joy and miniatures. You can take me hostage anytime!

One day weekend

The end is in sight, but right now, my life is all about my job.

I worked a longer than usual shift yesterday, and tomorrow and most of next week will be more of the same.

It is what it is.

Today, however, I did not work.

Instead, I spent the morning with Sage...

and the afternoon with my NaReViMo pony.

I'm still fighting the good fight, but truth be told, I probably won't finish her this month. There's just too much other stuff going on.

It is what it is.

I also chose the winner for the milestones giveaway. Congratulations, Shannon C. Please contact me privately (braymere@comcast.net) to claim your prize.

Thank you to everyone who leaves comments on my posts. I don't always respond - sorry! - but I really enjoy reading them.

Sagenanigans

For a couple minutes there, Sage was really beginning to feel like a riding horse.

Then she decided she'd rather be a war horse.

Usually, when I turn her out in the field, she goes straight to the nearest feeder and starts eating. 

Hungry Hungry Hippo

Last Sunday, she decided instead to make a beeline across the pasture to settle some imagined beef with Princess.

Princess was having none of that.

Don't mess with a Hancock

Sage is okay, but she's pretty beat up. Out of an abundance of caution, this week has been hand walking...

and individual turnout only.

At first she was cool with this.

always the hungriest hippo

Then she got a little spicy.

Little Colorado Sage Marie Buxton!!!

Galloping is not an approved activity!

Heh.

Fortunately, no further harm was done, and the rest of her turn outs have been quiet.

I whined one too many times about not being able to ride Sage, and Karen told me to go hop on Kaffi. So I did.

We've spent most of the week on mounting block manners...

and ground tie.

She still has an ADD baby brain, and ground tie is often hard for her.

Not on this day!

It hasn't been either of our favorite weeks, but our efforts have paid off.

Yesterday, Sage's hock finally started looking normal again.

Today, I let her back into the mare field.

Once again, she made a beeline for Princess.

This time, however, she gave her a wide berth.

Phew!

This has been a long week on the real horse front. Hopefully, next week we'll get back to riding.