Yesterday was a blur.
First thing I did was take Evie to the vet (an hour away) to get spayed. Charlie attempted to prepare her as best he could.
"So..when you go into the vet, flop down and don't get up no matter how much they beg--I'm talk'n dead weight, kid. Then really milk those big brown eyes of yours for all they're worth. You probably won't win the battle, but it will make them feel bad as hell."
Then I got back, gathered my stuff together and went over to Dad's house to do some landscaping. I managed to hit my head quite hard on one of the window awnings, which gave me a headache for the rest of the day. Duh, I tho thmart. I forgot my camera so no pictures, but got four new plants planted and some more tulip bulbs dug up out of the lawn.
Tulips and lillies in the middle of the lawn are the bane of my existence. It's just something that makes no sense to me, much like American Idol.
OK, OK! I can hear your groans from here. Geez, sorry.... Moving on!
Then I came home and got Bambi groomed. She had to look pretty for her new beau.
"What's this?" you ask. New... "beau?" Yes, after months of contemplation, consternation, and constipation, I've finally decided to take the plunge and breed Bambi to a son of Mighty Awesome.
As much as I am against breeding any more horses during these times of slim pickins, it finally hit me that the timing isn't going to get any better than it is right now to do this cross (which I had always planned on doing--just waiting for the right time). This stallion's babies are very consistent and marketable, by the time Bambi foals I will have a place set up for fitting a foal for show, and in the meantime, while the bun is in the oven, I can work on Paula and I advancing our skills and knowledge as a team.