Also, I am exceedingly glad that my horse (whom I sadly had to free lease last year and therefore never see anymore) always had the good manners to hold his pee until he entered his stall. Seriously, I hate geldings who pee in the aisle. I rode a lovely Paint-Warmblood cross named Harley today, who was quite cute and fun, but as soon as we got back inside he generated this huge torrent of pee that spread rapidly across the floor.
I will admit that I actually enjoyed cleaning it up.
I like taking care of horses much more than I like riding. The cynicism expressed in this entry really does not reflect my feelings towards barnwork. I love it, mostly because I get to feel strong and manly while I do it.
Speaking of which, Molly and I shoveled rocks and listened to Ben Lee yesterday, and it was tons of fun. We also did it on Saturday, when everything was muddy, and were much, much more productive than the boys. Given the boys in question, however, I am not surprised.
This was an entry almost as expansive and effusive as my horse's pee today! Now, off to make my sister some grad gifts and re-write Whitman.