The pony must have been feeling good because he kicked up his heels a little too hard and now is recovering. It has meant for the past few days, we have lived at the barn making sure that Bailey eats his "horsey Tylenol"....
Sweet feed and horsey medicine....you would think that would be enough for my horse to chow down...oh no.
After having sticky hands for the past couple days, I finally wised up and brought out some gloves to help mix up the feed, medicine, and molasses.
Mr. Little playing in the round pen while Bailey wolfed down his nightly "treat". How I love this little boy....
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