November 2
2010 was a lousy year for weather. Our summer was cool and wet and fall fell like a ton of bricks. True to the northwest, we started to get rain even before we got the boys home. It then proceeded to rain for the next three weeks. The grassy little paddock soon turned into a cratered mud hole. I put the round pen up in the middle of the paddock and used it to get close to the ponies. Within a day or two it was also a mucky mess. Luckily, Icelandic horses have an abundance of thick hair and they never got wet to the skin, but I couldn’t wait to get them up to the barn. During this time Jill and I started to lure them with horse cookies.
I teach all of my horses to be cookie junkies. I know that there are those who don’t give treats, but the fastest way to a horse’s heart is through his stomach. Only one of the new ponies will not eat treats. I’m not sure why, but I am trying different possibilities. I’ve tried carrots…nope, apples…nada, different kinds of cookies…aint happinin’, so the search goes on to find his goody weakness.
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