We have not ridden for seven weeks. SEVEN weeks. We've spent every weekend either fixing fence or working on the barn. Plus Bo has had an abscess on a front hoof. It doesn't seem to bother him, he's not even favoring it. They must think they are retired. All three of them haven't been out of the yard in SEVEN weeks. Tacoda hasn't even been driven. The saddles are dusty! However, the boys are now staying in their stalls during these hot days, sporting their new fly masks. We don't think Jackie and Tacoda have ever even worn one before, but they both took to it ok. Jackie the best, he even holds still for you to put it on. Then again, he's a mule. They seem to be either very good about something... or very very bad. Tacoda throws his head about a little and protests, then pouts and paws a second after I put his on. One day he managed to tear it off, but I think Jackie helped. I found it on the floor of Jackie's stall, stomped, velcro still clasped. Hmmmm. Bo, of course, thinks I'm trying to kill him. He hates his ears being touched and jumps all over the place. I just stay with him and tug. This morning, he barely protested actually. It's all good. Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Seven Weeks and Counting
We have not ridden for seven weeks. SEVEN weeks. We've spent every weekend either fixing fence or working on the barn. Plus Bo has had an abscess on a front hoof. It doesn't seem to bother him, he's not even favoring it. They must think they are retired. All three of them haven't been out of the yard in SEVEN weeks. Tacoda hasn't even been driven. The saddles are dusty! However, the boys are now staying in their stalls during these hot days, sporting their new fly masks. We don't think Jackie and Tacoda have ever even worn one before, but they both took to it ok. Jackie the best, he even holds still for you to put it on. Then again, he's a mule. They seem to be either very good about something... or very very bad. Tacoda throws his head about a little and protests, then pouts and paws a second after I put his on. One day he managed to tear it off, but I think Jackie helped. I found it on the floor of Jackie's stall, stomped, velcro still clasped. Hmmmm. Bo, of course, thinks I'm trying to kill him. He hates his ears being touched and jumps all over the place. I just stay with him and tug. This morning, he barely protested actually. It's all good.
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