What a day! With 45 minutes advance notice, I had a local news crew in my humble backyard to do a story on my painting horses. Suddenly I morphed into a pitch fork, shovel, lipstick-wielding human tornado. I managed to set up my painting station, groom four horses, groom me, attempt to fill the craters dug by my terriers, clean paddocks and top off my treat pouch. Whew!
The story featured both my youngest and oldest painters. Raleigh the Clydesdale, as the youngest, never ceases to amaze me with his focus and maturity for a four-year-old. I truly believe that his history of being trained primarily with attraction-based methods is the major reason behind his fascinating ability to concentrate and think. His gentle giant Clydesdale breeding may also play a part as well.
And then there’s Romeo, my oldest painter, the pint-sized powerhouse Paso Fino. He seems to swell with pride when the cameras appear. He adores the attention.
Juliet and DaVinci didn’t feel too left out as they were happily grazing nearby.
Fortunately the reporter and the photojournalist escaped without a drop of paint on their clothes. All in all the day was wonderful, and if you have a keen ear, you’ll hear that I repeated that word three times in a row during the story.
At least today no one would accuse me of being a pessimist, because everything was simply, well, wonderful!