Domino and I have been barn-trapped for the past week on account of very thick scary ice. It's been very cold and very unpleasant, so there's not too much to talk about in this little entry.
For now, you can enjoy some fascinating pictures from the day-to-day barn-trapped life of the pony and his faithful servant (aka, me, your intrepid blogger).
His Royal Highness is groomed daily. His coat is showing no signs of growing out yet, sadly. Hopefully it'll start thinning out soon so he doesn't overheat in the spring. That long-bristled brush is the greatest thing since sliced carrots, in Domino's learned opinion. It elicits much joyous yawning and (pictured) bedroom eyes at the groom.
After thirty minutes of grooming, we both get bored. Domino decides he would like to be a fashion model. We try on his fancy monogrammed stable sheet. His girlfriend (she digs older men) looks on in approval.
Unfortunately it is a bit too long, and Domino's brief foray into the fashion world is devastatingly, mercilessly ended. We grieve the loss of use of the cutely monogrammed sheet.
To ease his heartbreak, peppermints and carrots are bestowed upon his sorrowful self. They are enough to pull him back from the depths of self pity for the time being. I give him a pat and leave the barn to return the next day and repeat the same process. Swearing at the ice the entire time, of course.
Side note: the temperatures look like they are going to start going up soon. I'm really hopeful today was the low point and things are going to start melting soon. I've had more than my share of snow for the next decade. Domino feels similarly. Say some sun prayers for northern Ohio, please!
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