It seems organization and efficiency were not on my bingo card today.
It took me 2 turn arounds to go back home and #1, get a clean saddle pad. Then #2 I am half a block from home and left my phone at home. I finally get on the road to the barn. I have a nice ride. I have been tack walking her for a month trying to get her over an obscure front leg injury.
I take her bck to the barn and I tie her up in front of her stall. I go in to get a leather wipe to dust off my saddle. I end up fighting with the container and finally get one out and walk out to find my horse with the fly spray bottle hanging off her halter . I keep it in a hanging wire hanger that fits over the edge of the stall. Apparently her head was itchy and she managed to hook the sprayer on her halter. Thankfully, 99.5% of the time she is totally chill and today was that and she just waited for me to unload her head.
Get her groomed post ride and put on her fly sheet. Get all the straps done up and proceed to put on her fly boots. As I walk around to her right side ooof…I have trussed her up to the blanket bar on the stall door (one surcingle was over the bar and then hooked normally to her sheet. Again, she was nice and chill and didn’t moved while I ran back around her and unhooked the strap releasing her from the stall door.
I am glad my horse survived me today
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