Holidays & I have mixed relations, but there is still no repressing my
smile at Solo’s unfailing welcome nicker as I step out the back door.
So I relish every opportunity to lean on that massive shoulder & giggle at his never-ending fascination with nuzzling feet.
I’m filled with gratitude for this time off work to continue Operation Encore (v. 6.0?); we’re on day 9 or 10, I think, of my modified fitness regime. It’s some pretty thrilling stuff, like 20 minutes of walking while on the bit, or adding in some trot transitions on our longer hill walking sessions.
We spiced it up yesterday with some radical Guinea Cutting & I think we’d
have scored very well, successfully isolating the same bird three times in a
row! You may not have heard of this discipline yet. That’s probably because I
invented it yesterday.
Don’t worry, there’s still time to qualify for the Championships the next time Neighbour Vanessa’s flock wanders over (ride times are subject to change at the whim of pea-brained fowl).
It may have rained 427 inches in 24 hours, but at 75F, no one’s cold OR dehydrated.
For all these moments & many more, I say an inadequate thanks. Solo hates it when I press my face against his neck to absorb him with all my senses – so I try to do it often. At least he doesn’t mind my irritating chest congestion visitor (blech).
I hope I get many more chances to harass both of my ridiculous redheads in the coming year. But one thing all of us can do without fail is to seize the wonderful gift of Now.
Our bests to you from Flying Solo Farm -
*Yes, I totally stole this from a movie. No, I do not feel any remorse. ;P
So I relish every opportunity to lean on that massive shoulder & giggle at his never-ending fascination with nuzzling feet.
I’m filled with gratitude for this time off work to continue Operation Encore (v. 6.0?); we’re on day 9 or 10, I think, of my modified fitness regime. It’s some pretty thrilling stuff, like 20 minutes of walking while on the bit, or adding in some trot transitions on our longer hill walking sessions.
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Don’t worry, there’s still time to qualify for the Championships the next time Neighbour Vanessa’s flock wanders over (ride times are subject to change at the whim of pea-brained fowl).
It may have rained 427 inches in 24 hours, but at 75F, no one’s cold OR dehydrated.
For all these moments & many more, I say an inadequate thanks. Solo hates it when I press my face against his neck to absorb him with all my senses – so I try to do it often. At least he doesn’t mind my irritating chest congestion visitor (blech).
I hope I get many more chances to harass both of my ridiculous redheads in the coming year. But one thing all of us can do without fail is to seize the wonderful gift of Now.
Our bests to you from Flying Solo Farm -
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While I waited for Dr. Bob last Tuesday morning, I was fully prepared to hear Encore had torn a meniscus or something & I'd have a full-fledged retirement farm.
