In order to make things a little easier on him, I decided that we'd condense down today's torture and play dress up, do a photoshoot, and babysit all at the same time.
|Chocolate with cream. Opinions?|
He also thought that he didn't need a fly bonnet when it's windy and in the mid forties.
He's never been a fashionista, I guess. He doesn't understand that I really can't saddle shop until I have a budget and I definitely can't saddle pad shop until I have a saddle. I am relegated to buying him small, cheap items that do not impinge upon the "save up for a saddle" fund and trying out color schemes on him with said items in the mean time.
|"Please take it off. The other guys might see me."|
It's my first foray into finding the right colors for Cuna and my little non-color-coordinated brain feels like exploding. I think I like it... hard to say.
Part of me still wants navy blue with a tiny bit of white and just a sprinkling of crystals to catch the sun... Hm.
|Resigned to his fate|
We were in the indoor, which made Cuna ride a little different. I actually had to put some leg on to get him forward, but then he went right up into the contact and even demonstrated a little bending while we did trot figure eights.
Some people might say it's because we've been working hard and he's getting fitter, but I'm sure it's related to the bonnet.