Ginger got spoiled with a visit to T's Salon and Spa. I swear her favorite thing in the world is having someone groom and fuss over her. She stands patiently (literally for hours sometimes) and lets you do pretty much anything. Zen stillness is not her normal head space, so she gets more than her fair share of pampering from me - it's nice for us both. She got her mane and tail conditioned and her beard (yes, she is an equine bearded lady!) all trimmed, plus her new bridle fitted so she'd look pretty for Christmas.
Bridget was itching to go do something, so off for a ride we went. She warmed up soft and loose and just felt wonderful so her Christmas indulgence from me was to let her jump all the things and gallop around. She almost launched me over one of the first oxers, too bad we didn't get video. The girls figure she cleared a 2'3" oxer by about 2 feet lol. So much ambition! Bonus overheard commentary from a random (non horsey) grandparent "WOW the little horse is good!" Silly people, don't encourage the beast, her ego is already huge and if she keeps jumping like that we'll look even more ridiculous at the local hunter shows. Thankfully, the rest of the ride was less exciting and I didn't fall off for Christmas. I currently chicken out around 2'6", particularly if it's an oxer or set in the beginning or middle of a grid rather than the end, but Midge has no such worries, and spends every dressage lesson asking to jump the stuff left from the prelim rider the session before us. I'm pretty sure that would end badly for her, but it's nice she feels so confident.
Last one's a doozy: