Sonny's Sunday... And Loose Ends

The sun is shining, weather has been blessedly amazingly beautiful this week. Sonny and I have managed to sneak in some time together, but I honestly have just been bushed. Too tired to ride. Which is just absolutely horrible in my opinion, as I gaze upon my big red monster, begging to get out of his paddock and do something FUN. (OK, who am I kidding here? He just wants to get out on the lawn, and try to find the tender green shoots of new grass, doing it's best to poke through the ground.) Sonny has however, had a good time on the line. He is learning that bucking and carrying on are NOT allowed actions, and that keeping a steady pace is a good thing. He still loves to lope, and I love to watch him go.

Now, onto the loose ends....
Above, see the adorable, and oh-so-innocent face of The Culprit. AKA: "DAT". Why "DAT"? Because Kitty Biscuits is suffering from an identity crisis. Seriously-- she is. She does not know if she is a CAT or a DOG. It used to be, I had to only keep an eye out on the dog and the Little Mens. The dog has learned to stay out of the way, and the Little Mens mostly do as well.. however.

Biscuits is a whole 'nother story. She tags along after me, just like Jo the Wonder Nanny Dog. She wags her tail, just like Jo the Wonder Nanny Dog. Shoot, she even comes when I call her. Now how many REAL cats will do that? None that I've known in the past, that's for sure.

Dear Husband said he is waiting for her to bark at him.

I am waiting for Sonny to kick the snot out of her, as she attacks his tail WHEN I AM WORKING HIM or RIDING HIM. Maybe DAT stands for "Dumb Ass Thing"... I don't know, but Kitty Biscuits really needs to learn quick to stay away from the horse....

AND.

I believe SHE is the one who brought about the whole Lizard mess.

Here is the view inside my washing machine. See the funky red mark to the right of the light? Yeah. That was all that I could find of the Lizard for the rest of Friday, and most of Saturday. By late yesterday afternoon, my laundry pile was reaching epic proportions, and I *had* to do SOMETHING to tame the mountain, before it gained life of it's own. (Not Lizard life either.)

I made a decision. Laundry HAD to be taken care of.

I set the water control thingy, and filled the drum part way. And I left it like that, for probably an hour, checking every few moments to see if the lizard would surface. He never did... I really expected his tiny body to float out from where ever he was hiding, and I could scoop him out for a proper burial.

After all that time passed with no sign of the little dude, (and using a mirror, I even checked up under the rim of the washer,) I sighed and started to tackle the mountain of laundry.


I started transferring the towels, shaking them out as I went, before tossing the towels into the dryer...

I heard a tiny little "thump"....

And there he was.... the lizard. Very dead.

Very clean too, but that is beside the point.

With a heavy heart, I scooped up his tiny body, and took him outside for a proper burial.


When I came in, I rewashed my towels.

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With any and all luck, I'll have the oompf enough to pull Sonny out for a ride in a short while. When I do, I'll send a prayer out to Kristen and her horse Laz.


Happy Hoofin' Y'all. Enjoy the time you have with your horses and loved ones. Sometimes, that time is all too short.

~MM