Happy Birthday Little Lady...

Well, its that day.  P gets to be even more of a princess than she usually is, but this time I don't get to personally ensure the onslaught of carrots and kisses.  Such is life.

I guess we'll consider P's insane rent/bodywork/training bills to be her gift this year (cha-ching!).  Hopefully next year it'll be some amazing piece of tack that we'll actually be using.  But, for the moment I'm happy to have a healthy horse, with happy feet and a god attitude.  Plus, she's still just about the most adorable thing ever.

Smooches P! You're 8 now!