The girls get the day off because their pasture has some standing water, so I decide to pick weeds. They, of course, decide to help. It’s not easy pulling weeds with two helpers. Right over my head. Grabbing the weed bucket. Drooling in my hair. Getting bumped with my elbow every time I pull. So cute tho - so freaking cute!
Yesterday I hosed them off before dinner. They were angels. Both stood completely still on the washrack even when I ran into the tackroom for fly spray. I’m so proud. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves – dancing around – but I can’t complain too much when I haven’t been able to work them. Hell, I’ve barely had any time to even see them because of the weather. I know it’ll change soon tho and we’ll be begging for rain, so I think I’ll stop whining. ;)
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