Trying out this "updating" thing you folks keep telling me about
Happiness is leaving the house clean and coming back two hours later covered in sweat, dirt, ivermectin and horse spit, liniment and maybe a few bruises. I love my girls but don't ever let anyone try and convince you that horses aren't filthy beasts.
After brushing down Serenity I of course had a nice layer of old shed horsehair and dirt on me, and she only put up a fight for her right rear hoof instead of all four, so I didn't get too sweaty picking the shit out of her feet (though they kinda stank-- not too bad, but I rubbed in some thrush treatment just to be safe), and I wormed her without getting slobbered on too much, but before I turned her back out she managed to bump the liniment jar and splattered it all over me and the barn aisle.
Then Kaylee's turn came, and I wish I had taken a picture of her before I brushed the dreadlocks out of her mane. She looked like a little wild mustang. Could've made a whole new horse out of the hair that came out in the brush. Anyhow, I managed to pick all four feet without too much trouble; the only one she tried to kick me in the teeth with was her right rear. Go figure-- Serenity wasn't even there to set the example or anything. I rubbed down her legs with what liniment I could scoop up off the concrete, and when it came time to worm her, as expected I was trampled on and squashed against a stall door and briefly strangled with the lead rope as she tried to get around me (during her groundwork training, she tries to hide behind me when presented with scary plastic bags and tarps; it's a cute, endearing habit but one that won't do), but I managed to squirt the contents of the tube into the back of her throat and only got a couple globs of the yucky orange goo on my arm as Kaylee opened her mouth in protest and snorted at me. When I turned her out again the first thing she did was stick her face down and wiggle her lips in the dirt. Heh. That wormer must taste awful. "It's for your own good," I told her, and across the pasture I could see her mother still smacking her lips and opening her mouth wide, looking disgruntled. Thought that was funny, since I never really thought horses had facial expressions 'til I got my own. Serenity looked positively bored today when I tried her over a big blue tarp, and yet when we're out riding she spooks at every little shadow and rock.
In other news, I spent every last penny in my account on a set of Serenity blueprints. From the bitty details I can see on the site, I'll call it well worth it. Now if only I had a big enough supply of steel and a blimp hangar in my backyard to put it in.
After brushing down Serenity I of course had a nice layer of old shed horsehair and dirt on me, and she only put up a fight for her right rear hoof instead of all four, so I didn't get too sweaty picking the shit out of her feet (though they kinda stank-- not too bad, but I rubbed in some thrush treatment just to be safe), and I wormed her without getting slobbered on too much, but before I turned her back out she managed to bump the liniment jar and splattered it all over me and the barn aisle.
Then Kaylee's turn came, and I wish I had taken a picture of her before I brushed the dreadlocks out of her mane. She looked like a little wild mustang. Could've made a whole new horse out of the hair that came out in the brush. Anyhow, I managed to pick all four feet without too much trouble; the only one she tried to kick me in the teeth with was her right rear. Go figure-- Serenity wasn't even there to set the example or anything. I rubbed down her legs with what liniment I could scoop up off the concrete, and when it came time to worm her, as expected I was trampled on and squashed against a stall door and briefly strangled with the lead rope as she tried to get around me (during her groundwork training, she tries to hide behind me when presented with scary plastic bags and tarps; it's a cute, endearing habit but one that won't do), but I managed to squirt the contents of the tube into the back of her throat and only got a couple globs of the yucky orange goo on my arm as Kaylee opened her mouth in protest and snorted at me. When I turned her out again the first thing she did was stick her face down and wiggle her lips in the dirt. Heh. That wormer must taste awful. "It's for your own good," I told her, and across the pasture I could see her mother still smacking her lips and opening her mouth wide, looking disgruntled. Thought that was funny, since I never really thought horses had facial expressions 'til I got my own. Serenity looked positively bored today when I tried her over a big blue tarp, and yet when we're out riding she spooks at every little shadow and rock.
In other news, I spent every last penny in my account on a set of Serenity blueprints. From the bitty details I can see on the site, I'll call it well worth it. Now if only I had a big enough supply of steel and a blimp hangar in my backyard to put it in.