The ponies have names! And because I am not a Twilight fan, I didn't realize my girl was named after a character until I was informed by other, more savvy people!
Finney is the boy I'm holding, Esme is the gal behind me. I like Albert Finney, and we seem to have a tradition of giving our boy pets surnames as first names (Emerson, Redford.)
My friend Debbie is teaching me to train the ponies. I have to do ten minutes a day of "walk" and "whoa." Esme, who is 12, has no problem with this. She follows me and Finney and does it all on her own. Finney has more attitude but then he is a recently-gelded three-year-old. Still, he's not too bad. A bit nippy but we're working on it. He's such a youngster! Very mischievious. I really like him.
Gordon took them for a spin too.
They both look a little dubious here.
The temperatures are on the rise and everything is a big, sloppy, muddy mess! It's supposed to hit 18C tomorrow before temperatures drop again. But that's okay, because I'm getting a very special "parcel" tomorrow that will appreciate not arriving in the bitter cold. And that's all I'm going to say for now! :)
And I'm grateful I don't live in Buffalo! Those poor people were hammered last week. I have a local friend who was visiting her sister there and decided to leave last Monday instead of Tuesday. She'd still be there now if she hadn't made that decision, because her sister's laneway was just cleared out today.
Here's Gordon walking Finney. Have a happy Sunday!