@#*!

It's raining HARD. They're saying we could get as much as 3.5" of rain. It hovered in the 50s most of the day, but started cooling quickly around 5pm. It's supposed to turn to freezing rain sometime tonight. The wind has picked up out of the north. Because of the weather, it was already completely dark.

As soon as I got home, I suited up to blanket the Boyz, Jaz, of course, being my biggest concern. I always have to halter him; I have no idea why he won't stand to get his blanket on. He was shivering a little, but not too bad. I toweled him off and got the job done.

Poco went off somewhere. I called him and he came back. Normally, once he sees the blanket, he'll cooperate. He likes being toasty. Not this time. Every time I stepped toward him, he stepped back. We did this dance for probably close to a minute. Meanwhile, water was running down my boots, and I couldn't feel my fingers anymore. I tried one last time before becoming frustrated. I stomped my foot, and yelled at him. He turned, bucked in my direction, spattering me with mud, before taking off with Jaz toward the man cave in the cedar trees.

Silly beast. See if I care if you turn into a pony popsicle.