At 29°, it was
warmer last night or I'm getting acclimated. It's not that much
colder at home in the evenings but I have a wood stove blaring 24/7.
Propane heat is nice...and better than electric – but it does not
beat good old wood heat.
The farrier wasn't coming until 9:00
am. To kill time, I cleaned pens. It might be hard to imagine – but I
would rather muck stalls all day than sit behind a keyboard for 20
minutes. It's somewhat therapeutic. Each horse has their own
personality. Woodrow just likes to be loved on and appreciated.
Tucker keeps a close eye on you to make sure you do your job
correctly. He did, after-all, win Dave a saddle this weekend and
expects to have things kept befitting a trophy winner. Cowboy is
Cindy's cutting/shooting/anything she asks of him, horse. He's an
in-your-face in a sweet way kind of guy who busies himself by untying
ropes, removing your hat and has a quirky fascination with zippers.
Shorty...he's all business. He has a been there, done that air about
him. Him and Cowboy poop in one corner of their pen as if they are
helping you out. More likely they do it for their own tidiness...but
I like to think they are doing it for me.
The husband and wife team of “Simon
and Connie Tafoy” horseshoeing showed up at 9:00 sharp. I brought
Jack out first. I was nervous. My regular farrier has never had a
problem with him but others have. I don't know what the difference
is. I told Simon exactly that. Jack stood through the shoeing without
giving either Tafoy a problem.
I kept hold of J'Lo's head when it was
here turn. She's always been what I call cinchy. She will reach
around like she is going to bite you when you cinch her up, put on
her breast collar or pick up her right hind. Yes...I've had her
adjusted, manipulated, massaged...etc. Etc. I think it's become a
habit for her. She's never actual bit anybody – but I don't give
her the chance. She doesn't try it with me anymore -instead she will
nip at Jack or whatever she's close enough to reach. I'll never
figure that mare out. I guess if that's her only real bad habit I can
live with it. She's a pretty good girl otherwise. I'm excited to have
them both shod. Now we can head for the high desert and do some major
exploring!
We set up the arena for shooting
practice. Blair and Sherri P. from across the fence came over and a
young gal Cindy's knows from Cutting. I think her name is
Samantha...if not, it is now. It's looking like Samantha will be
joining the ranks of a mounted shooter sooner than later. She, and
her horse, took right to it.
I shot three stages on J and 2 on Jack.
I feel like I can pick it up a bit with Jack – he's loping around
calm and collected. I can really feel the power under that saddle
though. He's a fun horse to ride.
We went to The Coyote Den for dinner. I
misunderstood when Dave asked if I wanted to join them. I thought he
asked if I wanted Coyote for dinner. I didn't want
to be rude but I think I'll have to pass. As it was, I'd
already ate the other half of my old timers burger from Chili's. I
went along anyway and had a bowl of chocolate ice-cream. I don't
particularly like ice-cream and least of all, chocolate. I'm trying
to step out of my comfort zone during this adventure I guess. Either
that or I was so relieved to hear we weren't eating coyote that even
chocolate ice-cream seemed tolerable.
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