Starting to fill out a bit....

Two months of adaptation, work and hay seem to have worked nature's magic for our young man to show some new maturity. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of him and he looks practically like a grown-up horse! Then I see him next to an actual grown-up horse, or the light changes, and he is back to being 3 and working hard to grow up again. We're having more good moments than not-so-good these days and starting to enjoy each others' company quite a bit.

R.I.P., Django 1982 - 2008

You've seen this picture before, it's one of our favorites as it was Lox with our dear friend Django on one of Django's last trips into Griffith Park. In another great loss this year, we all had to bid farewell to beloved Django on September 5. He is deeply and greatly missed.

Selfishly I wish Lox had more time with him to soak up his experience and wisdom. Hopefully this water trough exchange will last Lox a lifetime.

Shoo, Fly!

As summer draws to a close, flies near the end of their life cycle and get particularly slow, stupid and annoying! But no fear for Lox, who is now not only accustomed to his fly mask but also to fly wraps on his legs! This is a great foundation for galloping boots, trailering wraps, and all the other gizmos that over time I'll end up wrapping around his legs. He's not really pigeon-toed as it appears in these pics, he was pretty glued to the ground by not being sure whether he could move in these! Some goose-stepping later, I'm please to report he has adjusted nicely.

Look who's got Lox

Rubén and Lox have walked together the past few nights, and they're doing great! Rubén has an immovably strong right arm which has helped to show Lox he can walk along faster and keep up. And of course they're working on all the Chris Cox stuff....

A Visit With Our Favorite Uncle, Django

We break from Lox coverage to celebrate a visit with one of our favorite horses ever, Django (named after European jazz guitarist Django Reinhardt). Django is without doubt the best friend that our dear departed Rose had, notwithstanding her odd way of showing her affection with near-total indifference and the occasional kick in the chest! Undeterred, the ever loyal Django continued his devotion, his hopes bolstered seasonally by Rose' hormonal swings which caused her to flirt with him despite herself.

For many years Django's Mom Claudia and I rode together nightly. We were both in-house lawyers and would chat about the day, and used to say that Django and Rose had learned enough about practicing law to open a pretty darn good law firm.

Django has been feeling poorly lately and all the local horse girls have been hanging around a lot bringing treats and telling him how handsome he is. Here are a few pics of some special "bran-face" moments in the cool breezeway.