We're hittin' the trail. Or the road, I should say. It was 10:00 p.m. before we got into the house from hitching and loading hay and getting gas and ice and.....you know. I think we might be too tired from trip prep to enjoy the trip!
Yesterday was horse bath day and My Boy was not a pill, he was a PILL! It was about feeding time when it was his turn. He pulled back out of his halter and spun away from me as I was attempting to get it buckled behind his ear (he does this occasionally) and I swung the halter and lead at him. A 10 minute gallop around the pasture session ensued. Tail flagged, snorting, and running so hard I thought he was going to fall and break his leg and so much for our trip. Every time I approached him and he turned away I chased him off again. I was so miffed at him. He finally settled down. He hasn't done that in forever. Why is he so smart? How did he know it was bath time? Anyway, once the bath started, he was a good boy and he felt so soft and clean. Of course, after I hand grazed him, put his sheet on, and turned him back out, he dropped down in the dust and rolled on both sides, grinding in as much dirt as he could to any exposed hair. PILL.
I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit your blogs much the past few days, I miss you all terribly. I will catch up when I get back!
Please keep me, my family, and our horses in your thoughts and prayers as we travel to our destination and begin this 5 day horsey adventure. I promise to return next week with many stories and pictures. Tally ho!