Arrived at Iron Ridge at about 9 a.m. today to find not a soul around. Uusally Nita is there doing morning feed and water chores. I took my time unloading my stuff, but no one. Nice barn buddy that I am, I fed and watered all who were in the barn and catch pens, including this sorry specimen:
By this time, Heather had come out and I was already so hot, I was shaking. Downed a Gatorade and we grabbed my Boyz, who were being bullied by a certain black mustang who shall remain nameless. He got his heinie booted out in the main pasture, where he promptly began gathering the fragments of P. Loco's harem while Jaz and Daltrey had breakfast.
We hosed down our sweaty ponies then let them graze the area outside the barn, joined by Baby D. Hard to believe, but this time next year, I'll start laying across him, getting him used to weight on his back.
Then I got to be a People of WalMart in all my sweaty, groaty glory as I picked up a few groceries to get us through the week. At our WalMart, I fit right in. Nobody batted an eye, but if they were smart, they stepped back a few paces.
Next week, we're starting much earlier. It's that time of year when it'll make you sick if you don't.
Stay tuned: We're just a few posts away from the big 4-0-0, and you know what that means: GIVEAWAY!