The Winter Formal

Every year we host a BIG party in the middle of winter where you only gain entry if you're dressed up. This January 24th was the 7th Annual Winter Formal. Here are some photos (for those of you who aren't on Facebook!)

Turns out, he might actually be a horse!

So all the joking around we've been doing about Nelson; "He's a horse!" "It's like living with livestock!" "Is that a dog or a big pony?" appears to have some basis in fact. I wish I had a picture, but it was dark and happened pretty fast. Imagine looking out our back door and seeing Lola standing at the top of the stairs looking out into the yard, specifically towards the vegetable garden, with her tail tucked between her legs and a very concerned expression on her face. Usually, Nelson would be standing right at the back door, nose to the window, waiting to come in. I immediately thought that we'd neglected to latch the gate and I'd have to go on a late night dog hunt. Then I spotted him over in the corner, head down (good thing he's not a brindle, or I never would have seen him!). What the heck? I called him, and he looked up, then came lumbering across the yard and up the steps, happy as a clam, with a big ol' carrot sticking out of his mouth, greens and all. Yes, my friends, he really is a horse.