NOT UNTIL THERE WAS A ZOEBIRD IN THE PICTURE.
And here I am, updating again.
Because omg you guys. I know I've had her like 54 hours as of the writing of this post but like. omg. I love her. Not just in the like "she's new and exciting and shopping yay!" sort of way, but like. This little mare speaks to my soul.
And I hate people who talk about their souls because that's usually a cover for how they don't have brains.
But here I am and I don't even care.
We're just getting acquainted and playing right now. We're doing important stuff like selecting her favorite curry:
|answer: no bad options|
|apparently not cob size. still.|
Trying on boots:
Playing with the hose:
I mean, we've done a little ground work. We're going slow. I'm in no rush and she's a smart little thing. She was a little goosey about the saddle pad on Wednesday, then totally fine on Friday, so I went ahead and put a saddle on her.
|and a bridle bc why not|
We just walked around and explored and ate some weeds, then took it off again. No pressure.
I'm having a fun time playing with tack, too. Her head is cob length, but otherwise oversize dimensions. I took my western bridle in and had to have them lengthen the throatlatch 6"+ because no way no how was it going on her. However, the girth Courage used is a solid 12" too long for her.
And Zoëbird? She learned the barn routine and settled right in. She has a mini-me bff she gets turned out with, two boyfriends, and she's learning to eat treats.
Oh and yesterday she met me at the gate and ate a carrot and it was the cutest thing I've ever seen. <3