Mimi has her own Santa hat. On the years I 1) remember and 2) don’t misplace it, I pull out the hat and take embarrassing pictures of the pony. It’s the sort of activity that reminds her of a pony’s station in life: to be a little girl’s dress-up toy.
She finds it less than amusing.
This year, I not only was able to find the hat, I remembered to take it down to the barn before Christmas. Here’s a few of today’s antics and outtakes. I’m saving the “nice” one for Christmas.
|It rained today. Funny, it rained last time I was down at the barn.
Mimi’s over the rain.
|For a sweet pony, she can pull the bitchiest mare faces.
Grouching at her stall-neighbor.
|“Uh oh…I remember this…”|
|“Did I mention I hate you?”|
|Reward for tolerating five minutes of indigation: a warm beet pulp mash.
Stall-neighbor Ava wants to share. Only thing Mimi shares is flying
hooves and teeth.