Happy things- day 1

This week, every day, I am going to try to write about something that makes me happy. That will make me think about things that make me happy, so that I will then GET happy. I am normally pretty happy, if generally outraged, but this Tequila thing is tearing me up, and I am not going to allow it to choke me. Thus, the improve-my attitude plan.Today's topic is Boogie. I love this picture I took of Boog this week. He looks so much like Sly to me in this shot, and that is always a good thing. Maybe it is the way he is standing, and maybe no one else can see it, but I see it loud and clear.
His leg is healing beautifully. Ignore the nasty pecker gnats that flocked to him as soon as I took off his wrap to re-medicate him today--they are gross. But his leg looks great, and he is being such a good boy when I have to change his dressing. The difference between his demeanor at this time last year, when he was just home from training, and now is remarkable. You would not know it was the same horse.Obviously, his leg is not bothering him. It never really did, but he was having so much fun playing today while we built fence, that he made me laugh.

Again with the Sly imitation. Freaky
This one is even more Sly like. It is so interesting to see his babies grow up, and see the similarities in them. That cocky look on his face is all his daddy.


Boogie is staying in the front pasture with Diablo and Aries and their babies, and has taken a liking to Spike. They battle all the time, it is so funny to watch. From a distance, you would think Boog was Spike's mother, the way Spike follows him all over the pasture. They pick on each other like little kids. I should video it.

Yeah this pic is not good. I don't care, it is already on here.

Boogie looking happy makes me happy. I am glad to see him getting his self-confidence back, and healing so well. It is satisfying.

Added to good Boogie pics today is the amazing thing that happened here--Barry weedeated the farm. And not just a little bit--he weedeated a lot. The new weedeater is a bad ass. Then I Round-uped the areas he had done with the serious business round-up, which I normally hoard like it is free crack, but I was so overwhelmed by all the weedeating that I went a little berserk.

Strange how successful yard work can make a girl so happy.

Lookie there, that is two happy things in one post. I'll be damned.