Jun
17
First day of MS camp was a success. My daughter was quite concerned the night before about not knowing anyone there, but as expected she managed to seek out and find a buddy pretty early on the first day. Both of my daughters are like that, and it makes new experiences like this so much easier on them and me because I don’t have to worry about them being too shy to enjoy themselves. I’m quite thankful that neither of my daughter’s have inherited my introversion.
Not much else to report, just the usual humdrum Monday. I’ve been researching syndicates again for publication opportunities and have expanded my search to include some lesser known syndication opportunities, like crime syndicates (word on the street is the Gambino family is looking to hire a new humor writer for their monthly newsletter, maybe I should apply). The submissions go out later this week, so I should expect to see a fresh batch of rejection letters over the next couple of months and possibly a horse head in my bed. On second thought, maybe I should pass on the crime syndicate.
Speaking of horses, how about some pictures? I realized the other day that although I’ve written a little about them I really haven’t introduced the herd. So let’s meet the girls:
First up is Sassy:
She was the first of our gang. She’s technically a pony, so she suffers from what I like to call “Small Dog Disorder”, which basically means her attitude is 2 feet and 2000 pounds bigger than she is. She pretty much runs the show out in the pasture, herding the other two around as she wants and taking her pick of grazing spots. Her name suits her since she can be a little tempermental at times when she doesn’t want to work, but she gets super jealous whenever we’re working with anyone besides her.
Next we have Lily:
She was a rescue horse of sorts. The previous owner basically abandoned her at the barn where we boarded Sassy. This was after the girl rode her into a barbed wire fence, splitting Lily’s face wide open. She’s healed up nicely now; you can only see the scar if you know to look for it. She’s pretty athletic under the saddle so when you get on her she really wants to go.
And last we have my baby, Misty:
I’ve mentioned her story before, but here’s a little more about her. She’s about 18-ish months old and another rescue horse. When we got her she was a lot thinner (I’d say she’s put on at least a hundred pounds since we got her). She didn’t even know how to take a treat from my hand when we first got her, but she’s since learned the skill and noses at my pocket in anticipation. She was very timid at first, but now that she’s gotten used to us and is getting fed on a regular basis she’s very lovey dovey. She likes to rest the side of her face against my chest, which is quite different from having a horse rub her face against you (the first is a sign of affection, the second is disrespect since she’s basically using you as a scratching post).
Here’s a few shots of them in the field together. Misty and Lily tend to pal around together in the field, although they don’t have much of a choice since “the boss” herds them around:
Well, that should do it for today. Have a good Tuesday.
Wow, you’re getting to be a regular “gentleman” with all your horses and such! And it looks like Ohio ain’t that much different from Texas.