So off we went. We climbed up to a new hilltop that I hadn't been on before and the view was amazing. Stinker doesn't really understand the whole weaving around brush yet and he gets nervous and goes to plowing through it and not paying attention to his feet. So I got off and walked him a good portion of the way home. It was also partially because he has been a turd going home and wants to jig. Handwalking is an excellent way to deal with this because I can force him to walk extra slow and there is no fighting or frustrations. By the time I got back on him, he was more than ready to walk normally.
Overnight a storm blew in and I woke up to the sound of ice pelting the windows. It kind of sort of snowed, but mostly it was windy and cold. I thought I might have to blanket Stinker, but he was fluffy and sassy and gave no appearance of being cold. Although he didn't appreciate it when I tried to use him to warm up my cold hands. That resulted in much swishing of the tail and pinning of ears. Sorry not sorry buddy.