Let me begin by saying Sunday did not start off smoothly. It began around 4 AM when my Yorkie, Harley, needed to go outside. After he finished his business, I went back to bed expecting to drift asleep. But no way Jose. The Husband was congested and snoring. When he stopped snoring, his nose would whistle. Argh! So I had to make a decision about the nasal symphony, either smother him with his pillow or go to the recliner in the living room. I debated over it for what seemed hours, but I finally decided to go to the recliner (was lazy, didn't feel like disposing of a body). I managed to get a few more hours of sleep before the Husband walked thru to fix his coffee and wondered who was in the chair. Yeah, he didn't even realize I wasn't in bed!
So after a late start, it was time to load the bulls. First shot out of the box, I got all the yearlings to the load alley. But Zena was in front of the trailer and the husband didn't close the gate behind him, so when they turned to run out, they bolted. It took several more attempts to get the little suckers back up. I got head butted in the side and almost ran smooth over trying to stop one at the gate but we finally got em loaded.
We were off. But then we took a wrong turn. Can you believe it? It wasn't even that far from the house! So we traveled a little out of the way. Our morning was just a comedy of errors from beginning to end. We finally made it to our friend's house, about an hour and a half late.
Here are a few videos of the boys. The first one is Mojo. He's the one that almost ran me over!
This is Eyebrows.
And of course, my cutie patootie, Tadpole.
All and all, we were pretty pleased with the outcome of the day. We made it back home without any trouble, which was surprising after the morning we had! Spent the rest of the afternoon getting everyone situated in their pens and puttin' out hay. It was a good day.
I'll be seeing you RIP Johnny Handsome
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