Young Love

The girls have decided that they get along... a little too well. Yesterday I took Megan out to lunge her in the ring and Miss Lily was so chagrined at being separated from her that she commenced to tear a gate down. She was successful in flattening the gate, but we got over to her in time to prevent her escape. It wasn't so hard to do since we were only about 30 FEET away. Chill girl, if you can see her, you can deal.

Lily also had scrapes on the front of both hocks that I just could not fathom how she was doing. The field is pretty dummy proof in terms of ways to hurt yourself, but she was finding something that was just gnawing her back legs to bits. Turns out she is kicking at the boys next door and pulling fence boards down on the recoil. Doh!

The plan is to put a solid wall between the paddocks in the turnout so that if she kicks her leg isn't going through and getting caught. She so darn bossy that it's getting her in trouble. I think if they were all in one field she would surely rule the roost even though she's the youngest and smallest (for the moment). Missy don't take no guff.

The girls are pretty cute together though. They are like velcro ponies. At one point their necks were intertwined and they were both looking at me like siamese twin horses -- very cute. I'm going to have to figure out a plan for sneaking Megan away on the 9th for her trip to the vet school without Lily tearing the field down.