Apologies to Schoolhouse Rock. I swear, that was probably the best teaching aid ever to come out of the seventies, hahaha. I can't remember my passwords half the time, but darn if I can't remember "Verb, that's what's happening!" and every other blasted tune. It's hilarious -- you'll start humming it and then everyone else around you starts up with the one they remember most. "Conjunction Junction, Mr. Morton, I'm Just A Bill..."
But yes, Verb, that's what's happening. To run, to bark, to laugh, to fly...
Thus I shall also give the status of Simon's toe! Vet was out this week and it's healing great. My fears were unfounded, thank goodness, the reason he was still a bit gimpy is that he had a wear spot from the tape that I thought was healed, but it was also between those nice soft little toes. Poor guy, but now we're just to taping the foot so that he doesn't accidentally catch it, and he's cleared for light exercise on the flat and on the grass. Which is good, because I'm about ready to go crazy and so was he. I took him up to the barn this week with me while I had my lesson and let him go for ten minutes on the backtrail -- mostly forgiving ground (aka mud and spongy duff, ugh.)
There's a short little distance on the gravel and that's where this was shot -- he was sniffing a really good sniff and realized I'd gone a little ahead of him. It looks faster than it was, hahah, he was just loping along. Amazing how out of shape he is in a short time, ugh. But that's fine, it meant he wasn't screaming along like a madman. :)
As for Caleb? Well, he didn't get to go with us because the two of them turn into roaring heathens when they're out there together.
So instead he got to romp around the backyard for a bit with the other crew. I love this shot, if for the grass and the cloud of steam coming out of his mouth.
Simon, on the other hand, tried to convince Matt that he should stop cleaning the house. His hints aren't subtle, that's for sure.