It was absolutely pouring here today. Storm drains clogged, streets flooded, can’t walk anywhere and stay at all dry. It was already getting dark when I left work. Yes, I was counting down the time until I could leave! I collected Vinnie from the 10 acre hay pasture, in the dark. The batteries on my headlamp are dying so, it was very hard to see him. I found him in his favorite spot at the far end of the pasture. While he didn’t come when I called, he did let me catch him without moving a foot. We went into the indoor and he promptly rolled, and rolled, and rolled! Since he was already soaked, he ended up caked in sand… So he looked even more scruffy, as several boarders asked about him… “What do you use a horse like that for?” “Do you ride him? He’s so small.” “Is he a baby?” No, he is a Swan in Training. lol!
I’ve decided to spring for a little extra board and put him in a stall. He will get breakfast and dinner and be dry and toasty at night. He’ll get turnout or play time in the arena and handling by me. After a few weeks, I might try him next to Paisano again and bring Lily into the stall instead. Then I can ride her more easily. Getting to the barn at 5 in the dark and pouring rain doesn’t inspire me much to riding, when I have to groom in a leaky, lean to open to the wind and walk through the rain to the indoor.
Oops! There I go whining. 
Really, it is WONDERFUL to have Sir Vincent home and Paisano’s future settled!
Building dreams… that’s what we are up to.
Here is a shot of my son leading AR Cirro, both in step yesterday. Hargobind had come out and held Vinnie while I trimmed him and generally helped out. I see a future pair here…
Hargobind showing Sir Vincent the bit pasture
You sound very relaxed and happy. I am thinking that Vinnie being your baby is plainly part of your family and that is important. I remember when I was Hargobind’s age, that we raised our babies up and the bond was almost sibling like for me.
It’s not quite the same with the ones you buy, it is, the bond does go deep, but there is something else with one born to you that you cant quite put a finger on. Its connected somehow.