Ho, ho, ho! The Frogpond Christmas season has truly commenced -- yesterday (only 2 weeks late!) Cornelius got to dress up and pose for our annual Christmas card photo. As usual, he loved every minute of being an uncooperative putz. Pinning back his ears in that endearingly sulky way (demonstrated every time he sees Bruce with the camera), slobbering all over the inedible props (I believe that he ingested a Styrofoam cranberry), and doing his best to eat all the edible ones. Before we were finished, he'd bounced all the lovely red Fuji apples down the hillside and consumed most of the carrots (Three were rescued for a bean soup I made today. I washed them first). I don't think that any of the fruit or vegetable products so artistically arranged in the big fuzzy stocking will be visible in the final photo. There'll just be shots of his big stubborn head firmly stuffed into it. The true spirit of the season (if you're a horse).
And then, when the sun finally slipped behind Gopher Ridge, we'd called it a day and were collecting the massive amount of props we'd brought down to the pasture, Corny (right on cue) turned from Scrooge into a jovial Father Christmas. I knew he would. He stuck his head over the gate as I'd been begging him to do for the past hour, pointed those big hairy ears forward and smiled as big as a horse possibly could.
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| Merry |
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| Christmas |
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| Everyone!!! |
Yup, my boy's a putz.
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