Reason #237 why I love Lucy: When a couple of horses show up out of the blue
and charge the fence line and scare the hell out of me because I think they're going to jump over it,
Lucy doesn't bolt or buck or otherwise do anything silly.
Had I been riding one of my horses in a similar situation, all hell likely would have broken loose.
Yes, Hank, I'm referring to you. He was quite the ride in his youth.
All of us found ourselves napping and yawning and stretching at all the wrong times this week.
A few more days and maybe I'll stop looking at the clock and thinking,
"it's 8:30, but that means it's really 9:30, so isn't it time to go to bed?"
Alan's been a little off since his vet visit on Thursday, so we've all been keeping an eye out on him.
He always has a reaction to vaccines, and this time it was no different.
I'm sure he'll be back to his normal wacky self in a day or two.
Smooch got to go on the Saturday errand run for the second week in a row. We had to make a stop
in Mountainair yesterday, which meant going out the other way to the highway...
...over the condemned bridge. The guardrail is almost gone, and it's just a matter of time
before somebody drives off the side.
Don't worry, Smooch. It won't be us.