Sometimes sanity comes in the form of a 950 pound bay Arabian.
I saw Isis on Sunday after visiting with a friend (or someone who used to be a very dear friend and now seems to have issues talking to me). She and Penny were grazing in the paddock near the barn. Isis saw my car, knickered, and trotted over to me. (huge grin) It made my day.
Silly girl is really out of shape. She looks pretty good, though. No crest on her neck, very few fat pads — just a bit of a hay belly from not being worked enough.
I didn’t ride her — she had rain rot on her back — but I worked her a little in the ring free lunging. She’s shedding really bad too.
