Cob Jockey

Since we didn't get to trail ride, Connor had a pretty boring overnight at his breeder's, stuck in a stall.  Before we left, his breeder asked if I wanted to chase him around with a bag and take pictures of him like we'd done with the babies all weekend.

Oh my gosh, yes, yes please!


I have admitted to myself lately that I am developing some serious barn blindness where this horse is concerned.  I get heart eyes every time I look at him, and my eye is drawn less to his conformation flaws as the only thing that flashes across my brain is "SO AMAZING!" every time I look at him.

I'm off to the right shaking a feed bag at him.  His ear never left me, which you can use to tell where I am in all of these photos.

Liftoff!

And majestic...most of the time:

Derp.

I did wonder if chasing him with a plastic bag in a new place was going to cause a hard-to-catch regression, but I shouldn't have worried.  He walked up to me when I dropped the bag and showed him I wasn't holding it anymore.

Peanut gallery watching in the background.

I mean, I can't say he didn't think about it as I reached up to grab his halter, but he did stand still.