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.)
Tristan is Ron Swanson.
He is the most stoic horse in the barn.
He has a really extraordinary capability for completely zoning out and ignoring everything around him.
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.
(this post is brought to you by the mistake I made in checking next week’s weather which will be JUST AS COLD, FFS, VERMONT, ENOUGH ALREADY)
Friday afternoon it should reach the high single digits, which means I’ll head out to the barn and try to do some walking, at least, with a quarter sheet. Long slow distance, right? Or at lest getting and keeping him moving.
Saturday it should be warm enough to properly school!
Then it plunges back down again, most likely, with lows in the double digits below zero most days next week. Siiiiiiiiigh.