How cute

Romeo's a good foot plus shorter than Chewie, but there's not much cuter than watching Romeo lead Chewie around the pasture, grazing. That goofy big moose of a TB wil go wherever Romeo leads him.. *chuckle*

Well, anywhere but in the stall. Just as soon as they head there, Chewie takes the lead, ears pinned.. saying, " listen, dude. love ya to pieces but you can't have the shelter.. it's mine."

Took Romeo for a ride in the round pen one morning, and watched Chewie fall asleep baking in the sunshine. Romeo and I snuck out of the round pen, and wandered out of sight, not wanting to wake the Chew-monster. As I dismounted, and went to open the gate, here comes Chewie, all gunz blazing... nickering like he thought we'd left him... poor guy.. he woke up & his two best friends were gone! =)

We're home, and happy. I missed that warm nuzzles & the mild nickers that greeted me each morning. They were replaced by my goofy parents turning on lights & waking me near 5am every morning (eastern time, that being 4am for me) all through my holiday.. bah humbug.

It's good to go home, but just as good to come back...