As horses go, this guy:
is Mister Personality.
He’s about the friendliest four-legged beast you’ll meet,
but has some trouble forgetting where your head is sometimes.
(Oh, was that your eye I just completely smacked? Pardonnez moi)
Every once in awhile you’ll catch him in a bonafide sulk.
Oh trust me, cowgirls and boys… this is a true You’re Not Letting Me Have My Way fit.
Only because this guy mouths every.single.ever.loving.thing he can.
And I had finally had enough of him trying to separate my family heirloom wedding set from my hand.
(Yes, you know you’re addicted to blogging when you go for the shot first, then rescue your fingers…)