Mystery of the Roany Pony

No doubt about it--the Roany Pony does not have any funk--she is just shedding out to a very roany condition. What used to be bald on her butt is now white hairs
I took a bunch of pics of her tonight, and you can really see how her white spots are turning into huge white patches. It won't be long before they all run into each other.
Even if she did not have all that color, she would be a beauty. Under that pale orange hair on her legs and face is a darker, almost brown color. And she has the tiniest little head, shaped so pretty.
And lots of muscles but she is very feminine.
I think she looks a lot like mama.
This is a doofy picture, but it shows a lot of her patches at once.
See how pale she is? It is amazing how dark she is under there.
I cannot wait to see what she looks like in a few weeks.

I am concentrating on this tonite, because virtually everything else today was a disaster. We got the word that there will be no paychecks tomorrow. I do not know anyone who can take that kind of hit and not be spun a little off her axis. It is so frustrating and scary.

Secondly, I made the decision on Nita. I intend to do the deed tomorrow, if I can get things to fall into place. I think I can.

Third, tomorrow is going to be a rough day. Not only am I dealing with Nita, but there is a field trip at my farm over my lunch hour. A FIELD TRIP. With children. Gracious, that will be interesting. The last time I had a field trip, it was head start kids, and when they asked me where the daddies of the babies were, I told them that we don't let them live here because we do not like daddies around here. Perfect audience for that crack, huh? I am such a dolt.

Cross your fingers I do not say anything that stupid tomorrow. I do not hold out much hope.