It was a quiet weekend and I didn't do much other than read and correct papers. But today I gathered together my energy because I'd put off THE most important pre-Christmas tradition of all long enough: The Cornelius Christmas Card Photo-Shoot.
Cornelius was his typical Christmas photo-shoot self: obnoxious and willful, with a bit of brattyness thrown in for good measure. I had to take of a thick layer of crusted mud that caked his flanks, face and mane, then hose the mud from his hooves and sponge dirt off his face. Then I got the clippers and trimmed his bridlepath and brushed out his mane and tail. When I was almost finished, I briefly thought I was going to become a pancake when a helicopter suddenly was chopping right overhead and Corny woke up enough to try to jump into my arms in a panic. It's not easy when a 3,000 pound horse thinks he's your baby.
|Corny looking just a tiny bit like Cher|
When the decorations came off and I was leading him back to his pen for dinner, he changed back into my sweet, doofy boy who would do anything for his mommy.