As some of you may recall, Kent and I spent
last Easter with our friends Brooke and Justin Ulmer at Justin Mom's ranch, The Burnt Biscuit. Going there is like being in real Texas, with boots by the back door, guinea fowl running around, and a view of horses or cows from every window. We were graciously invited back this year, and even George and Sophie received an invite. After Easter service (which was fantastic) we drove the 20 minutes up there, and once we arrived it took all of 5 minutes for both Sophie and George to pee in the house. Oops. Thank goodness for tile and understanding friends. (I was told that they peed right where Biscuit and Hoonie - their dogs- pee all the time, so that made me feel better.) George sized up the Great Dane, Cherokee, but wisely decided to stay away :-)
I would say that a highlight was George and Sophie experiencing livestock for the first time. I held Sophie up to see Bullet the horse, and she nipped at his nose! Then he did this strange Mr. Ed face back for several seconds. He has some crazy gums! Soph felt the same way about cows. Ggrrrrrrrrr.
Biscuit is a little bit of a Don Juan, and humped George's face and side for about an hour. George didn't seem to care, he's used to Sophie doing it. Anyway, Justin had to put Biscuit away because he was breathing so heavy we thought he might keel over any minute and die. It was funny.
It was a great time, and we appreciate the Ulmers for taking in local-family-less friends like us on holidays. Thanks guys!
George being violated by Biscuit
I love feeding Cuddles grass. He loves it too.
Usually I don't do these self-portraits with a horse.
Cuddles' baby. And Baby Mama.
