The pout is on!

Rio got his third morning in a row today of spending 10 minutes at the hitching rail. When he saw it, he stopped and started backing up (nuh-uh! I don' wanna and you can't make me!) But he did come along, and I took a couple of wraps around the rail, and stepped around to the far side. He had a little tantrum right away, pulling back so hard that he was sitting on his li'l butt and squealing! Yes, my little darlin' was squealing like a pig! I couldn't help laughing! I just held on to the rope- didn't want to tie off hard until he gave up fighting; which he did after a few minutes, and then he stood there with the most disgusted look on his face:

Oh poor boy! Gots a li'l mad on!

I spent some time petting him and fussing over him once he was standing like a good boy, a couple of times he thought about leaving, but you could see the light come on in that little baby brain and he only gave a little head check then just stood still. But still pouting.

You can see that he's shedding his baby coat and coming in a nice dark color. Underneath the pout.