Or just feel like you have, the best thing to do is go with it. The truck, that is. My truck led me to my couch, where we proceeded to nap for a few hours under my horse’s new cooler. It’s clean, and actually a second hand fleece blanket that I picked up with the idea of using it as a cooler for Bailey. It was just the closest, firstest, warmest thing I could snuggle under. The added bonus is that the cats loooooove fleecey blankets, so I get some kitty cuddling, which has been scientifically proven to boost your immune system. So have hot toddies, or warm cinnamon wine. Ever tried that? I was talking about Glugg today (mulled wine), and by the time I got home, it was sounded pretty damn good. Although I seemed to have skipped the warm and the cinnamon, and went straight for the wine! But Glugg still sounds so good, and I wish someone here would make me some. Unfortunately, I don’t see that happening. Oh well.
A hot toddie is not my husband, but basically any hot drink, tea, apple cider, whatever, with a shot of brandy, rum or whatever hard liquor you have lying around. What, you don’t leave it lying around? Anyways…..back to poor me. I’m sick. I don’t think it is the SARS/West Nile/Avian/Feline/Equine/whatever flavour of flu/illness/epidemic/pandemic/let’s all freak out and go crazy/call in the army/oh my flying spaghetti monster!!! With the stuffy nose, the achy joints, the slight headache, and tiredness, my guess would by some kind of coldy virus. You know, the kind of virus that we have not been able to find a cure for. AKA the common cold. The way my ears feel, I’m pretty sure that’s it. I’m just begging you, FSM, please leave my ears out of it this time. I hate being deaf. I hate the achy, pain-like-a-knife-somebody-shoot-me that my ears become when I get a cold. Cause really, what’s to love about that?
yjr rmf
oops, meant to type:
the end
Psych.
Wasn’t really the end of this garbledegook post of mine. I had a great day with Bailey. He reaffirmed my affection for him, and the fact that he is the most awesome horse in the universe. We didn’t do much, but he needed his feet picked out and the mud brushed away, and he was good. I’ve been having problems with picking his back feet in particular, mostly my fault, cause I’m a bit leary of a horse’s back end sometimes. And he has kicked before when I’ve tried to pick out his back feet. Not meanly, just a ‘you’re bugging me’ kinda thing. As I get older, I get less brave. Today I was young, he lifted his feet, I picked them out, it was all good.
sarah said,
November 7, 2009 at 11:25 AM
Hey you,
You gotta get more sleep. The books will always be there. I hope you don’t get the cold in the ears this time and get better soon. You know, I think it wouldn’t hurt to wear a helmet when you’re picking out his hooves, you never know. That’s what the clicker is good for, when he quietly picks up his hoof, click or do whatever bridge sound you do, then put his food down and give him his reward. You have to have to make sure that he knows that the bridge sound is what got him the reward, ie, that it was his holding his hoof up that got him the reward, and not the putting it down that did. I guess you’ve probably read that already, though. Please be extra careful though.
Love ya,
Sarah
ps. I can make some glögg at xmas
sammyqc said,
November 7, 2009 at 6:13 PM
Sounds good Sarah! I love glugg! or Glogg.
I have been using the clicker method, sorta, but saying ‘Good Boy’, and then following with a carrot. His feet were more my issue, than his, until my behaviour made it his, if you know what I mean. I was being way too tentative, and he would pick up his leg, but then sorta kick with it, but not in a mean way. Plus we have no cross ties in my barn (I hate that!) so I have to do it all in the stall, where there is just not enough room sometimes. I am going to ask Karen if I can put up crossties. Anyway, it’s all good now.
I’m feeling better, but still kinda pukey. Who knows what this is!