The good thing is that Izzy's energy level is much more manageable. The bad news is that they are chewing the crap out of one another. Both horses are covered with bite marks from head to rump. Most days, I shake my head in exasperation. Over the weekend, I worried that a vet visit might be in order.
Every day as I pull into the barn, I cross my fingers that no one is dead. I swear I don't make this stuff up.