I was excited to try on My Boy's new Parelli halter. I thought it looked quite good on him.
This is what half of the arena looked like when we got there. It has rained a lot in the past few days. I debated on whether or not I should get out the canoe or the water wings. But I decided that My Boy and I could handle it. He likes to drink out of the puddles. It has been an obsession for him since last winter. He would even break the ice on top of them. It is not like we don't give him a huge stock tank of water. I read in an issue of my Appaloosa Journal that it is a good thing if your trail horse can drink water from a variety of water sources. This could come in handy someday. I, however, will not be drinking out of puddles. Should we become lost, I will most likely become dehydrated and perish.
We ended with his favorite thing. When I put him away, he did not linger near the gate like he usually does, and watch me go. He high-tailed it back to his hay. Where's the love?I just love this little horse bell hanging on the gate post of My Boy's pasture. I do not know where it came from. I decided I'm going to start ringing it when I go to catch My Boy. Maybe it will work like a clicker and a few months from now, I will just ring the bell and he'll come running. His mane and tail blowing in the wind. We will see. It will be an experiment. It worked for Pavlov, did it not?
I saw a lot of wildlife on the Painted Creek tonight. Lions and ravens and bears, oh my! Here is Simba.
You have to wear earplugs around this cat. I swear it. I think she is deaf. She talks to you non-stop. She missed her calling, singing in a kitty choir.
Here is the raven. He is keeping a watchful eye on the horse pastures.
And the bear. I think he caught that fish in the pond. Hope he avoided that Pond Monster.
But here is a story to prove that he might be. When I got to the farm tonight, my sister's boyfriend had already fed the horses. The dogs go along to feed. Bailey always wanders off into the woods for an adventure. The other dog, Sadie, came back to the house with the boyfriend. When I showed up, I went inside to change into my horsey clothes. The boyfriend was calling Bailey. And calling him. I went outside and started gathering My Boy's things. The boyfriend is still calling Bailey. Look, let me show you how it's done, I said. I call and whistle twice, TWICE for Bailey. I see his dark body running high speed across the back fence of My Boy's pasture. Tongue out, he gallops across the yard, right to me. I give him a big hug and a cookie and turn to the boyfriend. And you say this isn't my dog?