Friday, September 24, 2010

Grooming a Weanling Colt Soliloquy

Hey buddy. Come over here.

Look how you've grown. What a big boy.

Ouch. Knock it off.

Very good boy standing there.

Whhhhoa.

You're mom says "Hi".

Look no more fuzzy coat.

You're so handsome.

Yes I am going to brush your belly, it belongs to me.

This bit is mine too.

Stop. Stop it.

Not so bad.

Give me your foot.

Oww.

Behave yourself.

OK, this foot.

Come. Come up.

Next.

Easy. Easy there.

OK last one.

Very good fella.

Hold still, I'm cleanin' your nose.

Look at those big boy teeth.

You're a race horse.

Scratchy ears, scratchy ears.

Kisses.

Give me the brush.

Here's a treat.

1 comment:

  1. I had two weanling colts this time last year - thanks for bringing back those memories! :-) I miss my boys!

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