I should have been an engineer
back at the barn last evening around five, and trying to keep water from running into the stalls (if you recall, we had a bit of a problem with the lower stalls flooding in the last rain). And bingo! I decided to build dams! Bet you didn’t know I can toss a railroad tie around with the best of ’em (Schwarzenneger watch your arss!) so I just grabbed a pitchfork, built myself new rivers and created a few “dams.” Worked beautifully. College, apparently, was not wasted on me. But computer classes were. Tip your head.
Of course, the stalls were a complete disaster, anyway. Take six horses that are only used to being in for a few hours a day, add two more that never, ever want to see the inside of a barn again, and toss them in stalls at one o’clock in the afternoon. Let them back out at seven the next morning. What a mess. And the first thing they did when I let them go was (after the squealing, turbo charged, bucking departure across the field) was fling themselves into the biggest mud puddle they could find. Okay, I don’t know about you, but when it is 38 degrees, kinda rainy and windy, the LAST thing I want to do is go swimming. I guess that’s why I am not a horse. Even the Golden Retriever and the Labrador Retriever thought that was a dumb idea, and you know what those guys are bred to do.
Keep you paws crossed that the wind keeps up for the next few days and dries out the fields. otherwise, race day parking will be a loathesome event.