Pie ushered in March like the lion he is. Big cat Mr. Pie gave me a frisky ride today! Here he is before our bouncy adventure looking demure and sweet and quiet. Ha! Don't be fooled. He was a handful.
Lots of mud beads today. Maybe the pre-ride grooming put him in a bad humor. Pie puts his head up in the cross-ties because it hurts when I try to extract the mud. I am careful and work slowly with lotions and potions and a variety of combs and brushes and fingers. Still, he hates it. I am 5'3" and Pie, well, he is almost 17 hands and his head can really reach up high when he wants to avoid me. The photo above is taken when I am on his back and he is looking around at me. I wish I could work on his mud from up here!
This one shows how I can get all the mud from withers to the half way point. The mud and dust and mud beads at the top of his mane and foretop and ears are out of my reach. I stand on a stool sometimes, but Pie doesn't like that at all.
That photo of his mane shows the empty barstool. (Obviously out of order.) Here are two of the barstool BEFORE Pie got there!
I am not sure why Pie was feisty today. It was chilly so maybe that was it. He was even jumpy when he grazed after our ride. Sometimes Pie is so calm and sleepy and chubby and I wonder if he really has Thoroughbred blood. Then, we have a Nervous Nelly day like today and I stop wondering.