Pony Post and Gratuitous Cuteness

I keep feeling like I need to post, but there isn't much to write about.

I decided to spend a full TWO MONTHS "home" in Minnesota and Wisconsin this year because let's face it, there's nothing else to do in the summer but ride and well, that's just not the same without my Bug.  So I said to hell with it and got a plant-sitter and headed west.  After two months of living out of a suitcase and three laundry baskets, and sleeping on 7 different beds, it was conceivable that I could be ready to go home.

The break was glorious though I did NOTHING horsey at all.  Lots of eating, tubing down the creek, boating/fishing on the river, campfires, fireworks, family, and friends.  Battery fully recharged and ready for another school year.

Upon my return I resumed riding my Lillypony, who is even more adorable when she's not all covered in sasquatch fur.

She is currently for sale as she doesn't seem to love life as a lesson pony and has taken to dragging the kids around.  Not maliciously, just that pony-mare "Yeah, no, we're going over HERE" type of thing.  She'll be happier as a one-kid pony. So I'm enjoying her while I can and trying to convince her to canter WHEN I ask for it and pretty please on the correct lead.  She's very picky about how she's asked for things, and I am just not asking for things the right way.  It's not her, it's me.  Thankfully I start my lessons back up after next week so I can re-learn how to ride.

I've also gone up to B's new farm and ridden Zip, who tolerates me about as well as Lilly.  Sigh.  Oh how I miss my big roany pony and how well we knew one another.  Zip's a reining horse and is pretty fun. I finally (4th time I've ridden him) asked for a spin correctly enough that he spun quick enough to make me dizzy.  :)  WIN.

I don't think I ever mentioned that the rabbit was re-homed back in November.  She was cute but she hated me and ate all my furniture so when Junior had his surgery she went back to the humane society from which she originally came, along with a pile of supplies and a donation check.  I got her off of craigslist, and found out later she had come from the humane society, which forbids their adopters from rehoming their adopted animals.... Ooopsies. They require the animal to be brought back to the shelter for rehoming. So after some conversations with the incredibly helpful and understanding volunteers/staff, I returned her to them.  Shortly thereafter, she was found to have breast cancer (apparently a common ailment in rabbits), had a mass removed and was rehomed to a family that loves her and can't imagine why anyone would give her up.  So that ended better than I could have imagined which lessened my guilt somewhat.  I would have never found the mass because she didn't let me touch her.  Everything happens for a reason.

I began volunteering at said humane society, too and currently am working with the cats.  I had an urge to do SOMETHING back in January when I was feeling very lost but I wasn't able to start the volunteer training until right before I left for vacation so I didn't start the actual volunteering until this month.

Somewhere in the past few months, I decided I should get a cat.

So a new furbaby has been introduced into my life.  He's been given the name Sir Helo Von Earsby and I'll call him Helo. It's pronounced Hee-low for all of you cool kids who didn't watch Battlestar Galactica.  He has been tremendously fun. I admit it's a transition again, to having a baby in the house. So far the cheap ikea sheer curtain is the only casualty, and oddly enough, I have two more brand new panels in the closet for when he's old enough to stop doing that.  See, sometimes hoarding pays off!

Yeah, I know.  Ears. Crossed paws. Perfection.

By the way, it's really hard to get any work done when he's either trying to sleep on me or trying to play with whatever I'm doing.  I lost count of the number of times I had to remove him from the keyboard while typing this post.

Until the next time I do something interesting...