World, meet Arion.

From the Illiad: "The great Arion, the swift horse of Adrastus [king of Argos], whose birth is from the immortals"; sired by Poseidon and foaled of Gaia, the Earth herself.

Day 3 finds us jumping quite comfortably ten feet for bits of cottontail. He's a bit edgier today as the shock wears off and he's assessing his new situation. He had a huge feed yesterday, which he worked for, every bite. Today he's at 27 oz. even, having gained .6 with yesterday's full crop. He takes less today, he worked in the morning for about two ounces, and this afternoon for about another half-ounce, jumping twelve feet to the end of a short creance, three times. At that point, he was comfortably fed and paying more attention to the environment than the glove, so back to the mews we went.

On the Raw Dog front, life is good if a bit nutty. I had some issues getting a good-quality side of black latigo, so my deepest apologies to those folks still waiting for six-foot black leads. I am extremely choosy about my materials and I will not spend my money or yours on poor quality leather. I ended up sending back two subsequent shipments because they were extremely dry, had a weird, slick finish, and were far too light. My hide supplier takes good care of me, though, and ended up shipping in a side from a different tannery entirely. Anyway, the black latigo siege has ended and I picked up the new hide late today. Leads are cut and prepped and will be stitched and finished tomorrow. Thanks worlds for your patience.