My main goal was to pick out all that manure and mud from hooves and slather on the thrush treatment. Everyone seems to be looking pretty good, except for Gabbrielle who has most of her frog rotted away on her right hind.
|Sorry, Mom, for being so high maintenance.|
We went out to breakfast yesterday at our favorite restaurant in town and had to stand in line. The lady behind us asked if it was always this busy. I said, "Yes, but they are good about seating people quickly."
I could hear her sighing and huffing behind me, so I offered her a seat in the waiting area to let her know I'd save her space in line. She declined. She grumbled to her husband something to the effect of, "With all the money we've spent in this town in the past 48 hours, one would think they could get us seated before everyone else."
Wow. Around here it is first come, first served. I know that in some places bribes will get you to the front of the line if you come late, but people should be treated fairly and equally regardless of who can grease palms better. Plus, it's not like everyone in town is connected and can send out a bulletin saying, "Keep an eye out for an older couple with gray hair and glasses. They've been spending a lot of money in town and we want to make them happy."
They don't seem to get it that they are not the only people from cold climates seeking warmth in our area. I've also heard quite a few people complaining about coming here for the sunshine and not finding it. They say it with such indignation that I have to laugh. It's not like those of us who live in Arizona can control the weather. It also gives me hope that perhaps they won't bother to come back next year, which will help me get into my favorite salon and restaurant faster. Hee hee.
Here is a shot of the flooding around my barn...
I finally remembered to take pictures of my tack room now that I've got most everything moved in there.
The other day Rock got the fitz and was galloping around the paddock, plowing through the puddles, leaping and bucking in mid-air. I rarely see him move at all, so it was quite a treat. I ran inside to get my camera, but he pooped out by the time I got the video started.
Here's a shot of him and Bombay having a showdown while Gabbrielle referees...
I tried working out indoors on our gym equipment while it was raining, but I got bored easily. It was nice to get out for a hike today. I couldn't believe the number of hoof prints on the trails. A lot of riders must have been itching to get out too. Of course, I blew out my back handling hooves, which is why I didn't ride. I need to start doing back strengthening workouts.
Someone stuck a stick in the ground so that it was pointing up at the sky and piled a bunch of rocks around it right where the trail head I use meets up with the main trail. I know it is a trail marker, but does anyone know exactly what it communicates? Is it telling them to turn there or stay on the main trail? Or do you think some winter visitor on my street might have put it there to remind him of the way back home?