Katchi spent hours walking and halting in front of mirrors - perfecting every step, which warranted much a huff and puff from the tortured pony!
When he wasn't having the living S*&! scared out of him by ... wait for it... teeny tiny birds (that clearly were prepared to turn into horse eating savages at any moment!) - Katchi quite enjoyed walking the hills of Aiken. He huffed and puffed out there too - apparently hills work a pony's butt!
And then he ate hay. A lot of hay.
And he ate some grass too. Well, a lot of grass actually.
And while Katchi ate grass, my mom and I enjoyed many a beautiful Aiken sunrise and sunset.
And, still Katchi ate grass. Hours and hours worth of hand grazing. Katchi really does have the best grandma in the whole world!