In keeping with our recent theme of "The Pony in the Distance, Balancing the Architecture of Academia on His Head," I now present you with today's photo:
Uh huh. You thought I was being unduly harsh on Hick's photography skills, didn't you? Now here's another one. I suppose The Pony is lucky Hick didn't keep telling him to back up until he fell in the fountain. And Hick is lucky that he didn't hand his phone-camera to a stranger and ask him to take their picture, thus allowing the stranger to pull a National Lampoon's European Vacation on them and run off with the gadget. Not that there are any inappropriate pictures of Val on Hick's phone that could splash her face and...um...other assets onto a billboard in a foreign country.
The Pony is a workhorse, balancing half a concrete fountain on his head. It's like he's wearing a stone sombrero. Make that a DOUBLE stone sombrero. He seems to favor the same pose, and is not about to drop that swag bag. He dressed formally in his black slacks, not the khakis. The Pony is shod for walking. Yep. He was a true Oklahoma Walking Horse on this trip. Hick complained about the distance for just the morning being like a walk to our mailbox row, a walk back home, then a walk to the mailbox row again for lunch. Which would translate to approximately 3 miles for the a.m. part of the tour. That must explain the carb-loading meal of spaghetti AND pizza for lunch. The Pony strapped on the feedbag like a champ.
It took The Pony until this morning to mention that he has two blisters on his foot. Such a shock, for one who spends most waking hours at home sideways on a cheap couch in the basement in front of the big screen TV, playing computer games.
His feet ain't made for walkin'.