Cob Jockey

For the first month Connor was home, he politely laid down the law with Disco and didn't engage in bitey face or any of the reindeer games Disco and Zippy used to do. This is okay with me, Connor is a benevolent dictator and won't REALLY hurt him, and I wanted Disco to be taught he's not the center of the universe.

 But in the last couple of weeks, Connor has suddenly changed his stance on playing with him, and everyone in the co-op has noticed, lol.

Face punch!

Disco still annoys the shit out of him sometimes (baby bites on a clipped neck cannot be pleasant), and I find it hilarious that Connor has started preemptively lifting a hind foot anytime Disco goes behind him so he can (politely) tell him off if necessary. But more often than not, he's started to actually play with him.

Bitey face

Nice to see that those almost 16-year-old hocks are feeling good enough for these kinds of shenanigans

Two can play the rearing game

The only thing Connor really doesn't like is when Disco plays with the ball around him. Connor and the ball have a...guarded and tenuous relationship, lol.He'll cheerfully play with it by himself, but wants no part of Disco sending it his way.

Connor: "NOPE NOPE NOPE"

One of these is a little more coordinated than the other...

Just beginning to move more like an adult and less like a baby, butt-high and all

Nice to see my boys enjoying each other, even if it's still a bit of a love-hate relationship for Connor!

Wedding #1 of 6 over the next 8 weeks was last weekend in a land far, far away, so that meant no pony time.

I'm sure he's surviving.

Love those September dapples - even if I hate what they really stand for: summer coat out, winter coat in.  Oh well.  Can we get a closeup please?

Mmmmmm. (All photos courtesy of my momma, who is coming to watch Jump Start at the end of the month too!)

I almost forgot to share one of my favorite stories of the clinic.  On Sunday, CJF said, "I got to the barn this morning and felt so bad for the Super Pony, because his grey buddy had him by the neck and was just moving him around by the neck, but then he got loose and turned around and kicked him in the ass - I stopped feeling bad for him after that!"

(Don't worry - those two are best friends.  They just roughhouse like the boys they are.)

(But they're not herdbound.  So they're the best kind of best friends!)

Atta boy, Con.  Small package, big attitude.

Due to the arrival of a new horse at the barn, Connor is now getting turned out with T, who was gelded last summer but has still been on private turnout for a while.  He's a sweet Lusitano with a serious heart of gold who loves ponies and loves to play.  Jackpot!  My normal loner pony has been replaced with this social creature:



...which results in this:



I see some shredded blankets in my future, but they're so happy together, I don't mind too much.