Gone To The Dogs

Dog days of summer are here, and with it... routine.

Get up, feed all living creatures, laundry, house cleaning, feed living creatures (and y'all wonder why I call the children THE LOCUSTS), tend horses, tie knots, clean, feed living creatures.... lather rinse repeat day in and day out.

Not much exciting to report on.

Phat Boy is ... well.. phat. Tater Tot is an outstanding spud. The mutts are .. well they are. Jo is showing her age and choosing her daily activity carefully. Merp though.... welllll... Merp is a firecracker. Keeping up with her wears me out. I must confess. Most days there is a highlight and its when I can mess with Merp's head. Hard to believe she has been with us over a year now. She is still as psychotic as ever- which is fine cause she is really amusing.


To combat some of the boredom routine brings about..... I went window shopping. On eBay. Saddles, blankets, and then we ventured into BLING territory. No-- no.. not for ME. Oh no. (*snork*) The bling would be for tack made for other people! (Yeah... that's it. That's why all the bling that got me excited had crossed revolvers surrounded by some awesome stones. Suuuure that's is allll for other people!) All the snazzy bling available these days made me want to obtain a new hobby with my horse, so I could totally overload him with bling. (For which I am *sure* Phat Boy would make me a total dirt dart in about .03 seconds flat.)

What equine venue is loaded with really cool bling?
BARREL RACING!

Never mind the only barrel I have ever raced was one I perched on and it was a "race" to see which one of us hit the ground first- me or the barrel as I fell off it. (I won.)

Wait.

RACING.

Oh crap. Racing means you have to have some sort of speed, right?

Weeellll.... let's see... Phat Boy can TROT fast. Does that count? See, he could trot the pattern real quick, sporting his wicked cool bling, and maybe we could start a trend.

(Phatz really can lope a bit. He just really does not enjoy it. Even when playing in the paddock chasing Tater around, he would much rather stretch out into a big [read dumptruck like] trot rather than break into a lope. I keep hoping that in time, as we get his internal works straightened out, that he'll find moving faster than a trot is kinda fun. Not holding my breath on that one though!)

Hmm. Maybe we could get Tater to do some games, and HE could sport the bling. He does like to run about in the paddock...


Oh. But I was informed that Tater is NOT "my" horse to use. He in fact belongs to the Cub and Wrecker. Not Mom.  And THEY voted Oh.H3ll.No. on blinging up their horse. "Mom! Tater's a GUY. Guy horses don't need bling. It looks doofy."

There went that idea.

Back to bling-ing up Phatz. Who would dirt dart me.

*sigh* what's a gal to do to satisfy her bling craving?


Maybe blinders for Phatz so he couldn't *see* the bling?

Either way... it was a fun diversion. Phat Boy may still not be out of the running for some blingification, but that will come in time. I have to work up the courage to even attempt it- I'm too old ya know to be a Dirt Dart!

Summer will be over soon, and we'll be able to get back out and shake things up more. I anticipate the temptation to blingify Phatz will fade as we get back into riding on a routine schedule. Tater will be going under saddle, Phatz will get buff, and sanity will once again reign. Until then though.. there might be some more diversionary window shopping trips coming up!

Keep your ponies in the middle, y'all!
~MM