I am Precious and my horse's name is Pretty Boy. Those are our barn names. That is what we get called on an everyday basis. I am a Paint horse and my paper name is Skippers Precious. My Pretty Boy is a Red Roan Appaloosa horse who's paper name is Trouper. Anywho........I tell the house mouse about our life and what happens out here on the farm and in my big red barn so she can tell you. Well now you know so on with the stories.................

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Too pretty to be in the barn

It is much too pretty a day to be in the barn! It was so foggy this morning we couldn't even see each other but when it cleared off WoW!!! And tomorrow is supposed to be even better so you won't be hearing from me too much. There is sun to soak up and tender green grass to eat.

The Pretty Boy is doing so much better today. I think he likes the nice weather also. He is getting his bad leg soaked on a regular basis and the swelling is really going down. I hope one day he will be able to have some of that tall hoof taken off so he can walk level but for now I am just happy the infection is going down. He likes to stand with his foot in a bucket. Me I don't know if I could be that patient. I can't even stand beside him not moving while he stands perfectly still with his foot in that bucket of water. Yesterday the human girl asked him if he would mind just standing there by himself for a minute while she ran over to the big house for something. He didn't mind he will stand there as long as she wants him too and then ten minutes more. He is funny that way. She tells him 'OK you can step out now.' and he says 'I don't think so not right now it feels too good.' so she just lets him stand there some more if he wants. He walks over to the place in the mornings after we have breakfast and waits for her to come with the bucket. He used to soak while he had his breakfast but ever since he kicked her leg off and she had to put it back on she doesn't do it then. She waits until he is done eating and then they just stand there sometimes for a whole hour. He is a very very patient boy. I am patient too but not that patient.

Has anyone seen that Squirrel that keeps chattering out here at the top of his lungs? What do you supposed he is chattering so loudly about?

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