Monday
While I'm brushing Whiskey today, and spending a lot of time doing it, Michelle comes over and says, "At that rate, he'll expect something for Father's Day!"Someone calls from Cadence. Ron's mare had her foal, and didn't accept it. So, they are having to hand feed it, and have to cancel riding tomorrow.
Wednesday
I've been a roll with my book lately, and since Barb isn't with me today, I'm decide to do a real quickie with the horses, and get back home. I do the first corral with Doc, Stealth, and Indie. Usually, I do the second corral next with Missy and Whiskey. But, I decide that since I spend the most time with Whiskey, I'll do him last today. What a mistake. I go to the third corral and work on Rico, Quinn, and JJ. When I finish them, I head back to Whiskey and Missy.
I walk into the corral, and Whiskey is standing in the corner gazing into the distance. Missy is in the middle of the corral, eating. I decide to do Missy first. Usually, Whiskey would come over and bug me until I do him, but not today. I finish Missy and go over to Whiskey. Usually, Whiskey will nicker when I come over to him . . . but . . . not today. I start by scratching his neck in his favorite place. Usually, he stretches out his neck and quivers his lips. But, not today. The ole boy was mad at me! He wouldn't give me the satisfaction of making him feel good!
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