Polly was reported to be not-good at fly spray. “What the heck,” I figured, and held onto her as I coated her in fly spray. She danced around a bit, but she did not completely opt out.

Similar reactions were had to hosing off her hind end. Everything else was okay, that involved some polite sideways shifting of ‘I would really rather not’ but again, zero leaving.

Baby attention spans make standing still hard. It’ll come.

We did a tiny hike through the back woods. One of the logs looked scary, but again she was polite about disliking it. She wouldn’t initiate stepping into the river but walked right in once I got my ankles wet. Gold star! I fully expected that to be a challenge and I’m so grateful that it might not be.

Ponies are still working out their differences but hopefully we can start more trail work soon!

I look at this and see two very different Haffies.. yet almost everyone else has to ask me which horse I have out.

Still chest-narrow. Cross your fingers for me that she grows out and not just up.