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21 June ~2008

At horse rescue I normally start whatever projects need to be done, but since Kyle was the only other person there, I helped put the older horses in their stalls for their morning grain and supplements.  I have only done this a few times, and have trouble distinguishing between the four white horses that are there.  I know Spice is speckeled, and Hero is tall with a pure white coat, but Sugar and Feather are tough to tell apart unless it is winter, when Feather is easily distinguished by her long white (feathery)  coat.

This morning I got them all in their stalls except Feather and Sky, who is a tall chestnut guilding.  I put a halter rope around Sky's neck and walked him a few steps, but he pulled away and went back.  I went and got him and again he muscled free and went back to the eastern most stalls.

I wondered what was going on with him, because Sky is normally real calm.  I then realized he was telling me something.  I had put his friend Feather in Sugar's stall, and he refused to leave her.  Once I corrected my mistake and put Feather down at the western end, Sky placidly walked down with me and got in his stall.

Sky knew I was lacking basic horse sense and there was no way he was going to follow my commands until I got it right.  He wasnt going to go down there and eat unless his girlfriend was in the stall next to him.

Animals don't have the cluttered lives we do,  and their devotion and friendships are simple and long lasting.  

I sure feel blessed that Ben and Maggie are such companions to me.  My life would be awful lonely without them to keep me company both here at home and up high on a mountain.  

I checked the board for projects and went out to secure a gate in one of the metal corrals, then pried off some L brackets from a railroad tie that were a hazard for the horses.  I found a wire fence that was loose from the horses rubbing on it, and tightened the top line.  I raised up the next line, which will be good until I do the lower sections on my next visit.

Before I left I walked around with Ben and Maggie.  Ben took out after some prairie dogs, and Maggie followed him.  Of course they didn't get any, but I didn't want Maggie to be running like that, so soon after her ACL surgery.  She looks ok tonight though, and I will keep her contained for a few days to rest her leg.

It's Saturday night and I don't have a thing planned for the rest of the weekend, except maybe pick up the house some and water the lawn.

There may not be anything planned, but I sure have some things to do.  First is to take a shower and put on my Wrangler jeans and Justin Boots and straw hat and go down to the Rose and lean against the rail and look for single ladies to dance with.  I expect to have a heck of a good time, like always.  You learn how to lead after 18 or so years of twostepping like I have done, and for that reason the ladies like to dance with me.

I keep myself in shape and when I have an athletic, pretty woman in my arms, circling the floor to the beat of a fast song I sure as heck don't feel anything like old, even at 56.  You get totally into the moment, with the live band and their music, and the touch and smile of my gorgeous partner.  It's a damn fine way to spend a Saturday Night,  and squashes any blues and lonliness at least until Monday.



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