The many thoughts of Gunner

On the this thing called life:

Muh name esh GunNaaAh. Gun-Nah!

What?

Derp! I'm freaking hysterical!

Wait a minute...

Did you just derp me?!

The focus is food:

Why are you so short? Where's the treats?

They have to be here somewhere...

I can smell them....

Revelation in the round pen:

Am I a dressage horse or a pony-horse?

Because if I'm a dressage horse, you seriously need to do something about this mane.

Picture perfect:

Oh, so you want to take a picture of me?

I am not a pony-horse here, I do not just stand wherever you leave me anymore! I am a dressage horse! I shall follow you. *note the fly on his face.

Wherever you may go!

Self Image:

I have a great ass for my age!

Oh, the joy!

I haven't had much time for Gunner, our pony-horse at the track, lately and was feeling pretty guilty for not riding him. The fiancé and I have been so busy that we haven't even had time to use him to pony. Here's this super nice horse, just sitting there. Yeah, definite guilt trip.

Quick video from his first show. I tried to upload a better video that shows him when he isn't tired and how well he really moves, but couldn't get it to work. I'll try again today.

So today when a friend asked if I wanted to haul out to Horse Lovers Park to ride, I decided it would be a perfect opportunity to get some saddle time in on The Big Gun. I've missed riding him!