Today was supposed to be a good day. After all, it's my birthday...and no, I'm not telling you how old I am. Suffice it to say I feel about a good 10-15 years younger than I am. At any rate, I went to the barn per usual on this fine Thursday afternoon. Life was great. got the chores done and Amanda and I tacked up Whinnie (i.e. Big Bertha) and Missy for a hack up and down the driveway. Life was great.....until it was time to bridle Missy.
Before I continue on with what happened next, let me just say that this is the 2nd birthday in a row that I got injured. Last year, Zef bit me. This year....well....my beautiful.....sweet...lovable mare.....stepped on me. And let me tell you (and you can ask Amanda) I yelled. A lot. Loudly. BUT I continued on my path and finished tacking her up. Amanda boarded BB and I then hobbled around and got on Missy.
The ride was nice, although Missy was a bit of a handful. I think she's getting used to the hacks up and down the road. BB wasn't bad. She had pep in her step at times and was her lazy self other times.
The lesson I learned today: stay way from the farm on my birthday.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
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