Thank You's and Phone Calls...the Marathon Begins

MEGAN: Today was a Monday, so we all got to get up an hour later than usual. It was a bit crowded with four people in the attic (a new girl, Hannah, came with her adorable pony Springkles) but we managed to get to the girls on time just the same. After feeding Simba, I fed in Mica’s barn and set the feed buckets out to soak with dish soap. I turned out my first horse in Paddock #2, then turned Loui and Rio outback. To hold the gate shut while I released both horses, I placed my leg against the gate. This turned out to be a bad idea, considering that there was a huge wasp’s nest in the bottom of the gate. One huge sting later I was putting mud and ant-sting cream all over my leg. Annie took me home and loaned me shoes which would not irritate the sting, which conveniently was in just the right spot so every time I took a step in my paddock boots, the back of the boot hit the sting. Then I got to be the Official Assistant to the Barn Manager and replace a shopping cart in Staples, Target, the Hardware, and The Horse Connection. Upon returning to the barn I switched both sets of turnouts, having a great time attempting to catch the three ponies who were running like mad around their huge field. In between sets of turnouts I cleaned Simba’s stall and gave him lunch and water, swept out Mica’s tackroom and feedroom, refilled all the Lasersheen bottles as well as fly spray bottles in Mica’s barn, restocked all the barns on Lasersheen, shampoo, and tack oil, and finally fed and rescooped in Mica’s barn after taking care of Simba for the night. As I was leaving I wrapped Joris’s front legs, then all of us went home. Once home I went for a long run and made Chicken Cheese Broccoli and Rice casserole. Now I am settled in the guest room, ready for bed. Tomorrow begins a plethora of thank you notes and phone calls for the fundraiser!!

SIMBA: Today was one of those days of which I never tire. Handwalking, grazing, and just relaxing all day. One problem, though. Mom has started putting some stuff in my grain. She says it is Muscle Builder, but I don’t like the way that it tastes. Can someone please tell her to add some molasses or something to that nasty stuff? She made my dinner all soupy, so I will go and see what it tastes like. Those silly people and all their supplements. Why can’t a horse just enjoy his grain? Goodness. What is a King to do when his personal chef won’t listen to his orders? I simply must look into my staffing arrangements. What a disaster.