Dressing Up With Sophie

We tried out some of my shopping extravaganza legwear on Friday. Sophie was uncharacteristically patient, perhaps because I took her with me on a 2 hour hike immediately before. Tired, bored pony  = good pony!

Well, sort of good pony. The back boots were slightly offensive at first. 

She thinks I'm ridiculous. Hiking in a giant circle through the forest is fairly pointless in her opinion. Only slightly more tolerable than standing tied and trying on boots.! Poor pony. These are the Woof brushing boots. New small set on front, and Bridget's fronts fit her back legs.

The Lemieux Prosport ones were on super sale, but unfortunately the smalls are too big. I'll have to try to track down some xs ones next time there's a sale. They're soft and basically I think make a lighter, more breathable (and easier to apply) option than polos. No strike plates or hard shells, but I can see myself using these on her.

Also on the list to try were some Lemieux Combi Bandages. Very pretty, love the idea, were on a great sale, but what was I thinking? As much as I'd love to play the matchy matchy game, in real life I'm unlikely to be that motivated. In fact, I wrapped one leg and was like "OK, they seem nice, but I'm just going to put them back in the package and put some boots on, I've got other things to do today" :)

Saturday, I tortured her yet again, by trying on last years blankets (too small, sigh, need to order a size or two bigger for fall). I tried on some other boot options too, but nothing fit as well as the Woof ones for now.

Then I got super ambitious, and this happened:

First time wearing a saddle!

She really wasn't worried about any of it, which was honestly, a little surprising. She's obviously been well handled and I'm constantly leaning on her and throwing ropes and blankets all over her...but still. Drama is kind of her thing, so...

"Silly human, I am a pony. Food always trumps drama"

Never mind:

Her buddy in a nearby field decided to run around and play, and so she thought about joining in. Then i think she suddenly realized the saddle wasn't going anywhere.

Five seconds later:

"Oh, never mind that, this was the spot with the good grass!"

I took the saddle off and on a couple of times, and had her w/t/c around a little (not too much though, I worry about wear and tear on joints round penning and lunging youngsters), but beyond that 5 seconds of "whoa it's attached to me!" she was super and totally chill. After Ginger, it's pretty nice to have a sensitive horse who's pretty darn sensible and trusting when it comes down to it.