Today was just one of those days that felt good. The sun was out, the bitter-cold Canadian weather had begun to grow milder and I spent the afternoon with Boomer. I got the sense that he was in a really good mood too. I say this because after our relaxing and stress-free ride (he was a total gentleman about everything), he was itching to play with me. It started with a bit of tag. He gets the hoots out of following me around, nipping my sweater or boot, and then trotting off looking over his shoulder as if to say "well, come catch me". He also decided that everything in the arena had been specifically put there for his amusement. The mounting step became entertaining to roll around with his nose, the pylons and dressage whip just had to go in his mouth...he can make anything into a game, I swear. I decided to bring the camera out, and as you can tell by the picture to the left, he was more interested in chasing me down and eating it than letting me get a shot of his handsome self. Oh, well. I suppose it's best I spared you the awful sight of his manure-stained belly anyways.
However, I got lots of fun shots of him being the goofball that he is. Boomer is definitely a left-brained introvert: mischievious, willful, dominant, mouthy, self-confident and brave. I have yet to find something that will faze him. But he can also be pretty insensitive and dull if I'm not firm with him or providing enough stimulation.