There's nothing like a cool, misty spring morning in the barn - especially when Judy (the groom) comes in and gives you the spa treatment. We got a thorough brushing, and a lot of our old winter hair rolled off. There was a great big pile of hair from Tesoro, the boss hoss, and smaller piles from me and Fay. It's not hard to tell who the hairy beast is around here.
|Me - Rocky|
We hung around the door to the hay stall, thinking surely some hay was going to make its way out to the racks. But no. Judy came out with a shovel and push broom and started cleaning the dirt and debris (nice word for poop) off the concrete wash pad.
The three of us gathered 'round and watched. My head followed the broom, back and forth, while I listened to Judy talk about how we had been eating hay in the barn all morning, and we weren't going to get any more until after lunch. She suggested that we do what horses do - graze. She pointed out that hay counts money while grass is free. Hmm. I didn't know that.
After a while, Tesoro laid himself down on the ground and pouted. Fay stood with her head down, ears back, and that disgusted look she gets on her face. Me? I'm a pragmatist. I ambled off to munch on green grass. Let 'em pout. All the more grass for me!
Wednesday, Mar. 28, 2012
Dr. Chapman, the vet, and her two assistants came today to give us our yearly shots. I don't like shots, but I handle getting a shot better than I used to. Sometimes you just have to make up your mind to be a grown-up.
|The Yearly Exam|
The good news was that we didn't have to have our teeth floated this year. That's when your teeth have grown kind of pointy, and they have to file them down. Boy! Do I hate all that! They usually have to give me and Fay a tranquilizer when they float our teeth. I don't much like the tranquilizer either. It makes me feel drunk for an hour or so. Tesoro shows off sometimes by letting them do his teeth without a tranquilizer.
Well, this keeping a journal is all well and good, but I've got grazing to do.