Scratch that. I would never be able to catch them. I am sure.
I am going NUTS not having my horses here. I have had enough. Separation does not do the heart good. It makes it very very angry and upset. And poor Blake is hearing about it. Everyday. Every single day.
|Oh noes dad! I'm trapped!|
|Tard Ass Building and Construction Inc.|
Crazy boy and I went and got some panels to form their pens into actual pens...and whoever built this said shelter is stupid. There is exposed metal about 2ft high off of the ground, so horses that want to lay down hoping to get cast will instead amputate the said leg. The spacing between the wood posts and the whole shape of the pens is weird, and we can't really move them around too much because of the electrical and water system....that leaves us looking for an 8ft panel. Which don't really exist. Gates sure do. That will give Pandora two chances to get out, instead of one.
That damn horse picks gates up and somehow maneuvers them off of the post. Or works the chain and clip until she breaks it. Or finds a weakness in the panel. Seriously, if you want to test your fence line, through Pandora in it.
|Someday, she will break out of here.|
Sand is also needed for the pens, because I am tired of seeing them as swamp monsters when I go over for a visit. Bacon has weaved herself into a muddy hole. MUD EVERYWHERE. And every time I inquire about getting a quote for sand, I come up empty handed. The damn sand and gravel place is literally two miles from our house. Lazy turd buckets.
|Save us from the mud pit! And bring us cookies!|
|Tony Horton is nuts too.|
So, this was a blog mostly about whining and pouting. But I am sure you understand. Someone had to hear it today besides Blake....
|Someday, there will be ponies in this picture.|