And Then There Were Cowmats...

Enormous, lumbering, covered in shit pieces of rubber that weigh more than I do. These mats needed to be plied (Pried) out from their previous home with many tools, much swearing, and a lot of sweating.

Each mat was kicked ceremoniously by myself before it was loaded into our borrowed pickup truck. I didn't get a chance to kick one of them, and I cried out "I have to kick it! Elsewise that will be the mat my horse gets tangled in and causes him to break his leg!" and with many a sigh, my good friend lowered the mat so that I could kick it.

Zydeco has arthritis. And as a result, I spent the morning today sweating, swearing, and hauling large and unwieldy pieces of rubber so that he may face less discomfort while he slumbers.

By eleven thirty this morning I was rather smelly, covered in manure, cobwebs and other debris. I was worn out, tired, grumpy, and I think I pulled a muscle in my back. Something was stuck in my hair and my face was flushed from work. Not flushed in a sexy sort of way. No, my face was more of a purple-ish color that made me look sickly more than anything else.

But hey! My horse is going to be warm and comfy this winter. Lord knows you can't put a price tag on something like that.