Monday again! This week is basketball tournament week. All week.
Elvis went with the boys and I to move Son #1’s deer blind. He said he did not like the spot he was in and did not feel lucky. We put on our orange caps and vests, then headed for the woods.
Elvis thoroughly enjoyed himself romping around. Wee One kept a hold of his leash most of the time, it was easy to keep track of both of them.
Wee One had on an orange watchcap, a red sweatshirt and his britches were decorated in bright orange duck tape, compliments of his ‘bubba‘.We were not gonna lose him out there!
Wee One was a sight and I forgot to take my camera to the woods with us. I left it sitting on the counter.
Yesterday morning I was talking to best friend L. I complained that my horse-shoer had NOT returned my phone call from last week.
She said she heard he was in the hospital!
Sure enough, he called me this morning. He is out of commission for a few weeks, he just had hernia surgery! Sh*t!! Double Sh*t!!
The phone number I got from ET of the man that shoes her mother’s horses was disconnected, if it was even the right number. I did not feel like calling her and getting trapped on the phone for an hour just to get her guy’s number…….I am like that sometimes.
I put a call into Uncle D., when his regular guy comes out to his house(the freakin’ week after Thanksgiving!) to do his horses, he was going to see if he’d stop by here and shoe the Old Guy for me.
It is harder than heck to get someone good to come out for just ONE horse, yes, really.
I have been researching some ‘rubberized shoes’ on the internet. Lots of choices out there. They can be pricey but if they work, they would be worth the investment.
Something about a man’s muscled arms are sexy, ladies dont you agree with me?
The whole package is always important……..but big, strong, deeply tanned, muscled arms attached to a pair of ‘working mans hands’ is hot.