After working Ryder on the sheep, I untied Guinness and followed him out into the field. I was hoping to get some pictures of my growing boy. He went from being adorable like this:
To highlighting his beautiful stride like this:
To playing scatter and chase the sheep like this:
To full on working - er - sheep? horse like this:
Poor sheep - they had thought the "work" part of the day was over.
Guinness on the other hand meant business.
I'll have to ask Jason if Guinness needs to move into an isolation pen. It appears I just may *if the stars align* have a cutting prospect. At the very least he'll make a handy reined cow horse!