Isn't It Nice...
Isn't it nice when your horse knows exactly what you need, even if you don't?
Like knowing when you are out of shape, so a run must be what you need.
I choose to believe this, instead of believing that my cute little pony's are actually huge pain in the a**es.
Here's the story of my late night run.
It all started a few days ago. I finally had my little studdly man gelded. I purposely scheduled the surgery in the middle of the month to avoid any run-ins with irrigation. Just my luck, it happened to be this month that irrigation switched over to the summer schedule and will now be coming every two weeks. It came the day after Red's surgery. It's not my land so I don't usually get a lot of advanced notice except for maybe the day before to let me know to put the horses up. I decided to leave them out anyway since it's been really warm here, like 90's, and I thought it would only take a couple of days to dry up. Nope. Not only did we get our irrigation, but we also got the irrigation from several other properties who obviously didn't get the memo to open their valves (whatever you call'em) early. So now the horses were walking around in a lake.
I knew this wouldn't due. The pasture would take forever to dry up and completely destroyed by that point. I happened to catch the owners of the property next door today. They don't live in the house yet, they're still fixing it up. Their pasture didn't get any irrigation, there's only a few pieces of machinery they let a friend store their. The neighbors were very nice and didn't mind at all if the horses spent a few days in their pasture. It was also perfect because their is actually a gate that connects the properties.
The horses were there for about 4 hours when I get a phone call. It's now after 9 pm and I get a call from the neighbor saying his friend showed up with a trailer that neighbor was actually supposed to pick up himself the next day. The friend didn't know about my horses and left the gate open as he put the trailer away. Of course, horses bolted. I get a call from neighbor telling me what happened. I rush out again. Thankfully the pasture is only about a half a mile away. I get there and the man that let them out in the first place is no where around, the dude just left. That's nice. Another man, that I happened to know from church, was standing with my horses by the side of the road. This couldn't have been a more ideal neighborhood for this. It's just a square, with houses on both sides of the road all around the square. So basically, someone stood at the entrance of the square while I chased down the big jerks, who don't move a muscle when there's nothing in my hand, but as soon as they see a lead, they take off. There's nothing like a late night run in cowboy boots, in a neighborhood that doesn't believe in streetlights.
Ok, so that was more of a rant, but I felt like getting it all out.