Y’all. Guess who’s ELEVEN today?
Oh, and it’s his 11th birthday too.
I’m not typically the type to randomly dress horses in costume, but he is without a doubt the Strangest Thing I know and I couldn’t resist this perfectly timed opportunity. Of course, if you’re not a fan of the show Stranger Things then none of this makes sense. Get thee to Netflix, STAT.
Also please note that I got the Thick and Fluffy waffles, because Henry is both thick and fluffy.
But back to the birthday thing… can we please stop the forward progression of time? I mean… eleven? How did this happen so fast?
He’s so mature these days in a lot of ways, but he still likes to spook at the most boring of inanimate objects and crowhop around the field on brisk days. For example, after our little photo shoot I got on him bareback in his sidepull and we did a quick w/t/c ride complete with half pass, shoulder in, 10m circles, and lengthenings. He was a champ. Then we took a walk down the road and he had a grand time pretending to be terrified of a tree. I couldn’t help but chuckle. He knows when it’s time to be serious and when it’s not, and he definitely makes the most of the “not”.
He remains super weird and full of that trademark goofy personality, pretty much always begging for cookies. Fairly confident that none of those things will ever change, thank goodness. He is totally 100% rotten but it’s okay, he deserves it. Cheeky little shit. I’ve never had a horse quite like him and he puts a smile on my face, without fail, every single day.
Also, for the record, he seemed to enjoy wearing the wig. Gotta admit, he’s pretty cute as a blonde.
Happy Birthday, Henny! Here’s to many more.