Today is the Old Man's birthday. He's 28 years old and still has more get-up-and-go than most horses half (or a third or a quarter or even an eighth) his age. Case in point, last week I was walking him down the driveway to turn him out in the indoor. Well, *I* was walking. He was cantering circles around me. Then he got loose and trotted into the outdoor ring and spent quality time going from puddle to puddle, pawing gleefully. I refused to go out in the mud and was content to wait for him to wander back, but a barn kid volunteered to go get him for me.
Anyway. It's his birthday and he's the best and I love him more than anything, including the two horses I actually own... combined. Sorry, River and Mare, but you just can't compete with him.
Yesterday I set up my tripod and used the handy dandy free remote control that came with the new camera I got in December. (Well, "free" isn't entirely accurate, considering how expensive the camera was... perhaps "included at no additional cost" is better.) So I took some pictures of me and Striker...
Awwww, isn't he handsome??
My purpose in life is to serve as his scratching post.
Really, honey? I actually kind of like this one, I just wish I'd had the camera angled up a bit higher and/or had us farther away so his whole head would be in the picture.
Happy birthday, Striker! I've got a pack of (brand name!) Twinkies with his name on it. He's in for a treat tonight