I went down to the barn this am. What a mess! There was tequilla laced alfalfa stewn in the parking lot, bags from Jack’s Surf shop all over the place, Santana blaring on the CD player. Outside of Dorina’s stall there was an ostrich skin Tony Lama boot that looks like it had been trampled by a herd of elephants. In her water bucket there was a g-string with a big carrot on it and in the shavings I found many shredded real estate listings for condominiums that had all been printed on foil. What is up with that?
Dorina is bleary eyed and not talking much, except to say that there will be no dressage today. Oh and she now has a pink rhinestone browband, which she insists that I put on her bridle before I ride her again I am so not into the sparkly stuff. I am just a traditionalist (ie into leather).
Thanks loads, now all guys at the barn are mad because they didn’t sleep last night. Dorina won’t do her job. She had the nerve to demand more jewelery and alka seltzer before she started snoring again.