My Brain is Rotting (and a belated birthday)

Apparently whatever part of my brain used to meticulously bake horse treats and make carrot/oat/molasses mashes for my horses' birthdays has totally deteriorated, as I no longer am able to even manage an on time birthday peppermint..

I definitely forgot the mare's birthday in 2012...

An attempt at cute, belated birthday photoshopping

And then managed to forget again in 2013....

A sadder, less sincere attempt at belated birthday photoshopping

And, because why stop a good trend? I totally spaced on it yet again this year.

Prair's birthday was on Monday, and she turned a grand 'ol NINE.  NINE! that's a grown up horse age. She sounded so young and spry when I bought a relatively green six year old in 2011, but nine?? How did that happen?

Nine is time to grow up and get some shit done.  (which admittedly would be easier if she was sound and I was riding...minor details).

Because I was feeling particularly guilty about missing the Big Day and because the poor mare got poked and prodded by the vet instead of fed peppermints and birthday goodies, I even took the time to edit a new birthday picture.  Astounding, I know.

facing the other way and everything!