Today has not been a good day. throb--throb--throb-- The tooth is killing me and Aleve just takes the edge off, and only for a few hours. You are only supposed to throb--throb--throb-- take 3 of them a day. I found some Tylenol with Codeine and self prescribed it last night - so I did sleep, but it takes me until noon throb--throb--throb-- to shake that stuff off. Then, things got worse all afternoon. THROB--THROB--THROB
The Realtor came to take pictures of our former house. We had to get down there in the morning (hubby drove and I slept!) to do some more clean up, sorting and organizing. We worked there for 5 - 6 hours. Got home, throb--throb--throb-- feeling really, really, really cruddy. Made it out to the paddock to let the boys out to pasture and managed to clean that up. I got their dinner ready.
So, why do I LOVE my Haffies? As the sun begins to set in the west (how poetic is that?!) they seem to know that it is time to come in from the lush, wonderful grass. I have been giving them a treat when I catch them and bring them in from the field. For almost a week now, the boys have begun to move closer to the paddock as their grazing time is up.
Here they come... up the hill.
Hey, wait a minute, Doc... you are going the wrong way!
Yesterday, and today, I didn't have to go after
them with halter and lead rope...
When I went outside, Pippin (the food hog) walked into the paddock.
He comes to get his treat, with Doc bringing up the rear.
Pippin makes his way into the shed and begins
munching his measly dinner.
Doc comes for his treat,
Then he, too, heads for the shed.
So the boys have settled into their routine and have become used to their 'sub-standard' housing. They are sharing the shed. They get a tiny bit of hay in the evening in a feed bin just beyond Doc. They have their small sample of 'feed' in a tub on the ground. Yeah, occasionally they have issues - Pippin usually is the one that gets picked on - but for the most part, life is good, and I LOVE my Haffies! (Especially when they make my life so easy!)