Rainy days and dry stalls
- It’s Taco Tuesday!
- Taco Tuesday special report:
- Back in the day, I was a racehorse.
- To graze, or not to graze: that is the question
- It’s a miracle, I tell you, a miracle!
- The fine art of accepting treats from your human
- They called me the Cat Burglar
- Overall, the food here is very good.
- Inquiring minds want to know
- The new guy moves in
- Happy Vaccination Day
- Malfunctioning fly sheet edition
- The great escape
- Dog Days of Summer
- Down and Dirty
- The Quiet One
- Forest Monsters
- When the Farrier Comes
- Mealtime manner
- Happy Hour
- A day in the life.
- The Walking Wounded
- Ginger the racing pony
- Those Dangerous Cows and the Gate
- Drunken sailor and the pregnant lady
- How to eat hay 101
- Fly-free at last
- Body Work Edition
- Rainy days and dry stalls
- The dream galloping edition!
- Where did Mocha go?
- Flying squirrels and giant lizards
- Leo came to town
- It’s Taco Tuesday again!
Rain, snow, rain. Snow, rain, snow. This is winter in Kentucky. It has been wet and gray for what seems like days and days. I am looking forward to a nice nap in the sun, I hope I don’t have to wait until spring!
The biggest problem with rain and snow is that it makes me wet and I don’t particularly like being wet. If it is wet and windy then I get cold. You know, I am a hot-blooded Thoroughbred and I just don’t get that thick fuzzy winter coat the other fellows grow. Mine is far more “refined,” shall we say (but not as waterproof). Now Ginger, geez, she already has 6 inches of hair! She is like Nanook of the North. Nothing can penetrate her coat.
Of course, being an older and wiser gentleman, as soon as the wet stuff starts falling out of the sky, I head for a dry stall. Sometimes I get adventurous and stand under the patio overhang and just let my head get wet, but just my head. The Short One says I am weird, but I like it.
The other day it was bucketing down cold rain, and it had been all morning. Ginger was in her stall and I was hanging out in Oreo’s stall right next to her. Oreo and I often switch stalls when we are turned out in the morning. He likes to clean up all the hay I am not interested in eating and I like to stand next to Ginger, so it works out. Sorry, back to my story. It was so wet and cold that I was very happy to be in a stall. Well those fools Oreo and Mocha, do you know what they were doing? They were just standing out in the rain, getting sopping wet! Just standing there. I couldn’t believe it. No horse with any kind of good sense purposely stands out in the cold rain when there is a perfectly good stall to go in.
Kids today, I just don’t know…