Last week we took a few days to go get the Connemara Pony I bought a couple of years ago as a yearling. He’s been growing up with a friend his own age on a lovely farm in Virginia since then. But now he’s three and it’s time to start learning about working for a living.
I went from one 30-year old mostly retired no-problem-at-all horse to OMG a three year old pony I am exhausted. Adventures so far include him removing the breast bar in the trailer and trying to turn around, which resulted in him riding home cross tied, and then going swimming in the stock tank.
I will attempt to post some adorable pony pictures, if we all survive the first week.