Wednesday, September 3, 2014
I just can't do it.
I can't eat one.more.bite!
I'm on strike!
if you don't help us mow the pasture,
that Dreaming lady will send us home!
I'm ready to go.
I need a rest from all of this eating!
Fat Camp came to an end on Labor Day. The horses were picked up and taken back to the Son and Reins Ranch, and the horses were due to start 'laboring' the next day in their jobs of helping troubled youth. It was amazing to see how much the horses 'grew' during their visit in our pasture. The most striking difference was noticeable with Boaz. He is the rangy, black Thoroughbred with his head buried in the grass on day one. His owners have never been able to keep any weight on him. (Pay no attention to the lady behind the horse!)
Three weeks later….
Look Ma, no ribs!
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