


There were 3 horses in the Chalet. We couldn't ride them and were too afraid to pet them. The white one, the caretaker told us, is quite crazy. Yet, he looked saner than my ex-boss. (That's another blog post in itself!)
When I aimed to click this pic, he stomped his feet, swished his tail at a frantic pace, and flared his nostrils (in this instance, the horse, not the ex-boss. The similarities, though, were astounding!). Quite rude of him to show me his behind. Obviously I'm not his type! Methinks he needs a training course on how to treat a dishy lady (if I say so myself!) with a camera!