Well, what can I say about lit­tle Greta other than she is SO adorable! She is inquis­i­tive, kind of eye and face and is now grow­ing teeth of course.…LOL. She is so thick, com­pact, won­der­fully con­formed and yet moves like she is train­ing to be a barel racer in cir­cles around her graz­ing mum.…

Her coat is still baby thick and wavy like my Cor­nish Rex cats almost and her mane and tail beau­ti­fully blonde. She has a bea­t­u­i­ful shape to her neck back and butt and a crease that is to die for in her lit­tle apple butt. She picks up her feet when asked, though still get­ting her whole bal­ance thing down pat and loves her body curry combed and touched, includ­ing her face. I slipped the hal­ter on the other night and she was quite intrigued with it! I also, um…haltered her butt! lol…actually I was let­ting it sit on her back and lay across her with­ers and butt to get her used to things of that nature flop­ping against her or ran­dom objects sit­ting on her. She is quite the flirt some­times, she wants to play but batts her eyes at you and skip steps away…and heaven for­bid you ignore her! When Heather, my vet, and I were talk­ing she prac­ti­cally raided her vet tote and any other for­eign object in the stall to get atten­tion! The other night, the boys were chat­ting directly in front of the stall with the door open as I was undo­ing and rebraid­ing Sor­cha mane — which takes about a good half hour just in up/down time — and Greta kept toy­ing inno­cently with them in peak­ing out of the stall. She finally decided to just walk by and make a go for it and took a stroll down the aisle of the barn by herself…the boys went after her, and Sor­cha was bloody bril­liant! She didn’t charge past me as I told her to Ho and call her baby, which she of course was doing as she turned a few cir­cles in her stall wait­ing. Greta, smart cookie she is, took a walk right back to mum just as casu­ally. lol. Sor­cha is won­der­ful with her — just enough par­ent­ing, but not com­pletely over­pro­tec­tive. She’s very aware of where lit­tle Greta is, but is ok where her dash­ing and dart­ing about as long as she can see, smell and hear her. And last night, as I worked on Sorcha’s legs again, mis­cheiv­i­ous Great thought it would be funny to squirt mom’s milk at me…so much for wor­ring about Sorcha’s milk pro­duc­tion!  If the weather holds out and I have a lit­tle help, we are going to try the won­der abil­ity that is the wash rack this week­end and give Sor­cha a good bath and baby and spritz or two, though she’s keep­ing her­self pretty clean as a whis­tle just yet, thank good­ness! She has all the style and poise of a princess, but so far none of the brattiness…I’m sure *that* will change when she hits the ter­ri­ble ter­ror age though! Can’t be *that* lucky she’ll be a Grace Kelly or Princess Di for­ever! I’m telling you…she picked her name and told it to me as it was the fur­thest thing from what I was rumi­nat­ing on before her birth and singing to momma’s belly about brew­ing me up a sil­ver dap­ple filly (no joke) lol…and she’s liv­ing up to the poise and beauty that is her name­sake and the won­der­ful ladies of that era. *sigh*. Happiness.