Fonzie gets a trim

Today was not Fonzie's idea of a good time, not at all, no way, no how. He is a very good little feller once you catch him, but he can sure make that a party and a half. When it is 97 degrees is not the best time to be chasing him, but his feet were out of control. Even though it is his own fault for being difficult to catch, it was way past time.

I have never actually seen him get a trim--in the past, the farrier used to just stop by and do it while I was at work, so this was fun to watch. I think the jury is still out on whether Fonzie is smarter or more stubborn--he has big doses of both, that is for sure!

After his trim, the Fonz got the full on grooming, and was so handsome, I had to take pics of him. He put up for it with a while, but as soon as he could make his getaway, he ran away to hide behind the weeds and eyeball me until he knew I was leaving. It was kind of fun to play with him though, as I never do (which suits him fine). I had better step it up though since, even though Sam is outgrowing him already, Gabriella will need a ride before we know it!