Unless we count Dead Busy and Dead Happy.
(Except for the blogging part. I’d like to be Dead Happy Blogging too.)
I finally have my dream “work”, which involves a lot of transferring dirt from various horses to my person. Also a lot of smiling.
Translation for the non-horsey: I come home filthy. Covered in grime and horse slobber. Life is good.
The trainer I am helping is just plain fantastic. In every way. The nightmare stories about working for a screaming, over-demanding, blaming trainer? Not her. We laugh a lot. I make a mistake, I own it, we move on to how she wants things done. No drama.
Because we are in the Arabian show world now, I do a lot of tail maintenance. We’re talking twelve-foot tails here, folks. I hit the jackpot on My Little Ponies.
Here’s Laurie’s mare, Ginger, with her ten foot tail:
Pre-washing. It’s a bit longer after the waves are washed out.
A lot has happened. It’s show season. Our 5-time national champion horse/rider team became 7-time national champions. Between shows, the training barn moved out of my barn, and into its own facility. Of which you will soon see stunning pics. It’s a miracle I don’t spend the entire day in the parking lot, rendered speechless and immobile by the view.
Phil was Phixed, but went back home after the trial period. Hudson has a new roomie, who thankfully does not worship the ground he impatiently stomps upon. Meet Paulo. (The Yoga Master.)
Life is 5:30 am busy, ending with 7:30 pm snoring noises.