Horsey Land.
I had an eventful weekend. Met a French guy that was crashing with a friend here in town. Discovered that my pool-hall where women play for free started charging except on a "ladies night". *weeps*. I sewed covers for our ugly couch pillows. They are now cuteness, unrivaled by any other pillows in the land. Cleaned my room and bathroom. Worked with the horsey. Watched some friends who are honest-to-god on a bowling team bowl. That was a white-trash-bash if I've ever seen one. I'm def going next week.
So horses have a definite pecking-order within herds. There's usually a matriarch that tells everyone what to do. They nip and kick and squeal and whoever bosses everyone else around the most is the top-horsey. Once it's all worked out everyone's usually just fine, they like being together. I got there Saturday to see that Shea was moved into one of the bigger paddocks with two other horses there. A little paint filly I don't know well and Clippy who is five pounds of crazy in a two pound bag. No really, his owner told me he survived a barn fire and hasn't really been the same since. The barn-manager probably moved them around for something or other, I don't really care. So Shea is kind of a bitch, but many mares are, and I figured she was the bossy one of this little group. Not so. She gets within ten feet of Clippy and this midget roan goes apeshit with the ears back and tossing his head squealing like "Don't come neeeeaar meeeeee!!!". It's kind of hilarious. So I tossed some hay in there and sure enough he's the only one that gets at it. The other two are like, "Whatever man, it's cool, just don't kill us." So I've been spreading hay out around the paddock so the yall eat. Frickin' drama queens.
The manager pointed out to me that Shea's dropped some weight and I'm like "I know! I just wormed her, she's half nasty Thoroughbred, I'm trying to fatten her up!". And it was cool but I don't want anyone there thinking I don't feed her, geez. I've filled up dry water-buckets and tossed other horses some hay tons of times. She always drops some weight when the seasons change anyway. Still, now I'm all watching her hips like a hawk.