If you are ever in Virginia, you must stop by and visit my little ghetto farm. Peanut just came in from visiting the neighbors (they grill a lot and save her a steak - the darn hound eats better than I do.) Too hot to chase bunnies.
I trained the 3 year old to tie and stand for a bath today. This proved to be easier than I thought - I should hire myself out as a Monty/Parelli type trainer. I could call myself, The Amazing Monterelli.
Livestock came in overheated this am - 3 year old Perch cross was looking a little bad - so I said - the heck with the well water - he’s getting a cold bath.
Hooked him up - forgetting I’d been too lazy to train him to tie. (Hey - it’s a 100 degrees outside - my brain was fried). Turn on the hose - forgetting that he doesn’t like cold water on his back.
Hit him with the water - horse pulls back on the tie. Looks confused for a second and then stands there quietly. I hose him down - he shakes like a dog and sighs. Untie him - put him in his stall in front of his fan. Horse goes to sleep.
Ta da! (sound of Monterelli groupies clapping and swooning)
Actually I’m lucky he’s such a sensible horse - he had every right to stomp me into a greasy spot.
Spent the afternoon chasing a mean pygmy goat and cleaning an abscess. Ug. Goat abscesses.
I’m supposed to be legging up the hunt horse. Said horse makes his sad face and scrunches closer to his fan.
Filled the pig pool with cold water. Stuck my head out of the barn this evening and the damn pig is in the water trough - NOT the pig pool. He’s just sitting on his butt looking like a little kid waiting for mommy to wash his back.
So I went out there with a cup and poured cold water on his back and asked him about his day. Yup - I’m a sucker. I love that pig.
Sure. Come visit. I’ll put you to work. My next project is chickens. Get this - I’m going to raise them and EAT them - PETA can kiss my fat butt.
Maybe I’ll make pillows out of their feathers and send them to PETA as a Christmas gift. evil snicker…