Millie and I rode the old logging trails again, but I have only two pictures because I left the camera in the barn. A heavy-handed farrier traumatized Miracle the week prior, and I thought that if I was going to be thrown, at least my camera didn't need to break along with my bones. He was a sweetie once we got into the woods, though; no worries.
Millie and I laughed at Princess. She was temporarily confined to the box stall after a night out roaming the fields. She's notorious for finding any hole in the perimeter fence, no matter how small, and easing her way out for fun and frolics.
Some princess, eh?
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