So there was a blog hop thingy going around a little while ago and I skipped it because I had zero inspiration and also, lately, zero time to write. (I am in a funk where I get home and I collapse onto the couch and stare zombie-like at the TV while eating dinner, then read in bed. None of this is conducive to blogging, though lots of riding is getting done. More than you needed to know. ANYWAY.)
Food is his reason for living.
Everything, literally everything, has to be his idea first.
This is his first reaction to literally every question I ever ask him.
He is really independent to the point of almost actively antisocial in the field.
So, yeah. I own the equine version of Ron Swanson.

