With the ground being muddy for the past week, and more rain on the way, I made it a priority to pick out all sixteen hooves and squirt some thrush treatment on them. I also groomed each horse, but it was too cold to give baths, so the gray horses are still yellow with patches of rust smeared on their fur.
However, my farrier doesn't like it. He wants her to wait until he asks for the hoof. I don't know why that matters. I can see why someone wouldn't want a horse to anticipate the next move and do it under saddle without a rider's cue, but in the case of offering her feet, she's just being cooperative and thoughtful. She's not lifting it to kick someone. I've decided that the next time the farrier chastises her for helping him, I'll let him know that some of us worked hard to train her to do that, and I don't want him to train her not to do it.
Gabbrielle's topline used to be straight, but now she is starting to show signs of aging. It's hard to believe, because it feels like I just bought her yesterday as a yearling.
The house behind Lostine is where the trespasser lives...
I'm continually fascinated by the way I can see storms move in. First, I see a wall of clouds off in the distance...
It's looking like I may have to invest in a dozen or so diapers for Scrappy, because that dog is constantly peeing. He can't seem to stop. He even pees in his sleep. At night after dinner, he asks to go out so often that I can't concentrate on getting anything done. I spent an hour tonight trying to watch the last five minutes of a Netflix show. I had to keep stopping and rewinding, because I'd see Scrappy sneaking around the corner of the couch, which means he's going to lift a leg on it, and I'd have to stop him and take him outside. One time Scrappy couldn't hear me yelling his name, so Stewie ran up to him and barked really loudly to get his attention before he peed on the furniture. He had already wet all three of his diapers and they were going through the wash.
I'm kind of at a point where I'm just not willing to take him outside this often anymore. I just want to slap a diaper on him, let him fill it, throw it in the washer, and put a clean one on him every hour or so. It would be expensive, but so worth it. Some days my knees just don't work, and I can't keep getting up every few minutes. I'm in a Catch 22, because his constant need to go outside is what keeps causing me to forget to take my medications, and then my knees and hips get inflamed, and I can't keep taking him outside because all the up and down and walking around is too painful for me.
One of my least favorite holidays is coming up and the firecrackers have already started. I'll have to give the horses a few days to settle down after all the explosions finally subside. I'm just thankful that Midge and Scrappy are mostly deaf. Midge's new insulin level doesn't seem to be working out very well, because she asks to go out half a dozen times a night and drinks like a fish. I haven't gotten more then one full night's sleep all week, so I'm having to take something to help me sleep between the fireworks and the dogs. I'll deal with the carpet in the morning.