I have a confession. I am a horrible horse dad. My horse, Gracie, who puts up with all kinds of shenanigans when it comes to life, had her 11th birthday on Sunday! Guess who forgot. I even went and spent quality time (riding) with her. I just never said happy birthday.
So, in order to make up for this horrific oversight I made her a birthday cake.
Yay, for quick thinking and ingenuity. Well, it was now time to go get the birthday girl from her pasture.
As, you can see she has not forgiven me for making her work on her actual birthday. However, things are quickly forgotten when there is food involved.
So, as you can see, she took to her birthday cake like a fat kid. She gobbled it all up in about 15 minutes… then she started making snorting noises and tugging at the lead rope.
It turns out that even the fat kid can have too much of a good thing. As we walked out to the pasture she decided to balance out her diabetic coma with a salad… she had to munch all the foliage on the way.
Here she is looking as majestic as I have ever seen her. We were watching some other horses jump in the cross country field.
Anyways, Happy Birthday to Good Graces! You survived another year of being MY horse. Cheers! to many more.