Remudamom
01-31-2008, 01:25 PM
This morning started out quiet enough. The kids have been setting their alarms for six, and doing their math before breakfast. Works for me. They finished, only missed 1 or 2. We ate pancakes and the girls cleaned the kitchen and started the laundry. One boy left with dad to chore and the other boy and I went over to one of our farm houses to check on water for the penned up cattle.
All the dogs jumped into the van to ride along. Two border collies and one heeler. All worthless. I glanced over and noticed blood smeared around the seats. Not from ds. Dogs look happy. I pull over and find Boone's covered in blood on one side. I try to clean him up and can't find the source. Everyone piles back in and as we turn the corner I see my four weanling fillies tearing down the road abreast like something out of a cowboy movie. They are making ground fast.
We race after them, turn them around and head back to their pasture. I drop off the boy to do his thing at the barn. Boone is bleeding again. He's still happy. The fillies see the mares ahead of them and decide to stop and visit. They decide they would rather be with them than in their own pasture.
They jump over or plow through the fence. The whole herd joyfully takes off.
I drop off the happy bleeding dog and holler at the girls to check him out. Go back to the rental house and stop the boy there from smashing glass angels with a baseball bat and take him home. At home there are now two girls and one dog covered in blood. Only the dog is happy. I find a tiny slit in his ear from whence come the gallons of blood.
The boys have gone out to repair the 50 feet of fence the horses have destroyed and I'm out to see if there are any bleeding horses. I will change out of my pajamas first.
So far the cats look innocent but that always means trouble.
All the dogs jumped into the van to ride along. Two border collies and one heeler. All worthless. I glanced over and noticed blood smeared around the seats. Not from ds. Dogs look happy. I pull over and find Boone's covered in blood on one side. I try to clean him up and can't find the source. Everyone piles back in and as we turn the corner I see my four weanling fillies tearing down the road abreast like something out of a cowboy movie. They are making ground fast.
We race after them, turn them around and head back to their pasture. I drop off the boy to do his thing at the barn. Boone is bleeding again. He's still happy. The fillies see the mares ahead of them and decide to stop and visit. They decide they would rather be with them than in their own pasture.
They jump over or plow through the fence. The whole herd joyfully takes off.
I drop off the happy bleeding dog and holler at the girls to check him out. Go back to the rental house and stop the boy there from smashing glass angels with a baseball bat and take him home. At home there are now two girls and one dog covered in blood. Only the dog is happy. I find a tiny slit in his ear from whence come the gallons of blood.
The boys have gone out to repair the 50 feet of fence the horses have destroyed and I'm out to see if there are any bleeding horses. I will change out of my pajamas first.
So far the cats look innocent but that always means trouble.