And You Think Your Day is Bad!

I'm just surprised the husband and I haven't made this reel! Luckily there hasn't been a camera around for our "incidents."

Grace

That's what the husband calls me, Grace. Not for my smooth fluid movement thru life, for my propensity to hurt myself. Be it running into a wall, tripping on a crack, or just smackin' myself with something. It's a common occurrence with me.

So he's been hounding me to put a picture of my foot on the blog. It just so happened that the night Priss got hurt, I was injured as well. Trying to unload her at the vet, she stepped on my foot. The swelling has gone down but it's still a little sore. I have to choose my shoes wisely. I did manage to wear a pair of heels to work yesterday though. That was a good improvement. The husband was sweet enough to offer to take me to the vet to get it x-rayed. But I declined!

See, it don't look so bad.....

Just a ting of blue and purple is all....

R.I.P. Boss Hog

So what happens to a bull that doesn't buck....well, this time, he becomes our evening meal. Boss Hog was quite the disappointment when it came to buckin'. He was the laziest bull I have ever seen. If he wasn't eating, he was laying down. So when it came time to make a decision about what to do with him, we decided he would be the perfect steak. So late yesterday evening, we loaded him up and took him to the packers.

I kinda felt bad. But then I remembered the prices of meat at the grocery store.....

Bye Boss Hog! I will have fond memories of you every time I eat a burger or steak or stew or ground hamburger or well you get the idea!

Now, let me tell you about Priss, Super Horse. We rebandaged her leg yesterday. Gave her shots and cleaned all her other wounds. She was a champ during the whole process. Still has her ornariness so I know she is going to be okay.

Anyways, back to Super Horse.....We pull in to the house after dropping Boss Hog off. It was late and dark. Just so happens our barn lights quit working the night Priss got hurt. So the husband parked with the truck lights shining in. I watched him go into the barn and stand, looking at Priss' stall. He had this dumbfounded look on his face and raised his hands up. I got out of the truck and yelled what is it. He said Priss is gone. WHAT?? I knew I closed her gate earlier. Cause I have been known to leave a gate open. Okay, just once, but once was enough. So I go around to her stall and see that the panel we used to close her in on the backside was busted down. How in the world did she do that? It was tied in 6 places! Luckily, we had closed the gate to the pasture before we left so she was contained in a small area behind the stalls. But when we went to catch her, she tried running from us. Doesn't she know her back tendon is severed! Hello! We managed to get her back in the stall, much to her disappointment, and reinforce the panel.

This is what we came home to, her empty stall.

I found the panel laying in the back pen. Looks like Super Horse busted it down.

Found her near the gate to the pasture with Sally, the paint. She so wanted to escape her confinement!

Big Doings at Church Today

Our church is at it's one year anniversary. Today we had a big baptism day. Twenty-five people got dunked (saved is the more appropriate term, I suppose.) It was awesome to see all those people accept Jesus into their lives. As some of ya know, cowboy church does things a little different. And for those that have never witnessed a cowboy baptism, I took some pictures. Our services are currently held at a sale barn. So in the middle of the sale ring, we set up a water trough and brought them up one by one to get dunked.

After church, the husband and I went to eat at the local mexican food joint. We like to eat there on Sundays cause if you take your church bulletin, they give you a 20% discount. How cool is that! I could hardly eat my spinach and chicken quesadillas. I was full as a tick after two sections. I don't know what the deal was. I usually can eat my weight in mexican food. Well, really in any food! Hence, my fluffy days!

The husband full and happy!

I noticed when I added the sugar substitute to my tea, it was called "Sweet Thing." I told the husband I should pin on to my shirt cause that is exactly what I am. You can imagine his response to that!


On a side note, the husband was reading my post last night. He asked what fruition was? I told him the definition and he told me that I needed to quit using such big words on here. That other people won't know what they mean either. I told him that our readers are smart peeps and I'm sure they can handle it. He said he guess he needed to go back to college in order to read the blog. Drama King!

Coming to a Realization

With the latest injuries to Miss Priss, the husband and I have came to the realization that we were not meant to be horse people. Both horses I have gotten this year ended up crippled. My thoughts are God must be trying to tell me something. Apparently, I'm not suppose to ride a horse! I see the writing on the wall! I don't need another two by four between the eyes or a vet bill!

Our joke of being the Home of Crippled Horses has came to fruition. So we have decided to keep the two mares and breed them eventually. Maybe God will have a change of heart by the time the colts are ready to be started! Let's hope. The husband said he was going to have a talk with the girls about not having crippled babies! And we are getting rid of the new gelding. The husband believes he had a lot to do with Priss gettin' into the fence so he's outta here. I didn't care for him much anyhow. Kinda glad to see him go. So what will our next purchase be?

Yep, a four wheeler!

Crisis at Home

Yesterday evening was not a good day for us. It started out like any other day. I got home from work. Fed and watered all the animals. Took the camera out and tried finding things to take pictures of. I found a spider's web and misc. other things. Decided to go out into the pasture and check out the cattle. Took this picture of the horses. Then went back up to the house.

About 15 minutes later, the husband is pulling in the drive and calls me from his car. He asks why Miss Priss is on the wrong side of the fence. She's in the pasture with the cattle. I told him no she's not, I was just out there with her. She was standing with the other two horses. He advised me that no, she was in the other pasture and we needed to go check it out.

So we walk out there and sure enough, she's across the fence. And as we got closer, we could see the blood. It was coming from her front legs and her back legs. Part of her back leg was laid open. The husband told me to stay back cause I am a big sissy when it comes to blood. At first he thought she broke her back leg but actually, she cut the front tendon. We got her up to the barn and cleaned her off. Then started calling vets. It really sucks when you are new to an area, which is mainly farm land, and there are no real large animal vets around. We were so spoiled in Stephenville to have great vets available. Finally, had one vet return our call from his emergency line about an hour or so later. He couldn't see her. Another vet told us she was out of the area and didn't think she could do anything anyways. WHAT ARE YOU FREAKIN" KIDDIN' ME!! Finally, our neighbor's son called and said he knew of a vet that would see her. We called and she agreed to meet us. Only thing was, she's over an hour away! We loaded Miss Priss up and hauled butt.

Pretty much, we found out there was nothing they could do about the tendon except wrap it up and see if it will scar together. And the odds of that, not too good. All the other larcerations were cleaned and doctored. Miss Priss was a great patient.

The vet loaded us up with lots of drugs and goodies to bring home. Even gave the husband a lesson on giving shots, cause Lord knows he needs it! And back home we went. After we got everyone settled, we managed to get in the house and go to bed. The husband got about 2 hours of sleep before his alarm went off and I got about 3 1/2 hours. Needless to say, we are dragging butt today!

Ain't Got Nothin'

The Duke

I had really high hopes for Duke when I bought him. He was going to be the protector of the property from all outside varmits. Doesn't he look vicious. Okay, not so much as a puppy! But look at that face, he's saying, "Come on, bring it!"

As some of you know, we have a bad coyote problem. At the end of last year, we lost sweet Shiloh to 'em. So in an effort to manage the issue, we bought two killer black ops special force donkeys to watch over the calves.

Their faces are concealed for national security purposes.... They have done a great job at keeping the pastures safe. But I would still like to think that Duke, the protector of all, would have the heart of a lion in protecting the homestead. Well, the truth came out yesterday. It started to rain, thunder and lightning. Guess where I found Duke......

In my jack russell's doghouse on the porch! He's such a big baby. I thought he had learned his lesson about this doghouse previously. He has been stuck in it several times needing the husband's assistance in being freed. But when I guess you're scared, you'll stuff yourself into any space possible.

So maybe Zena, the ridgeback, will step up to the plate as the protector of the land.....

Well, maybe not!

The Lake Continued.....

The first morning we were there, the husband and I walked around the banks of the lake. A kid staying in a cabin close to ours was out throwing rocks in the water.

He looked over at me and said, "Hey, you know what I caught out there in the water?"

I was expecting some big fish story so I replied with great anticipation, "No, WHAT!"

"A stupid log!" Then he threw another rock in the water. I couldn't help but laugh. And take his picture!

The husband and I didn't have much better luck than the little boy. But we did manage to get a few fish caught. Here are a couple of our trophies......

The husband and his mammoth catch of the day.

And then there is mine. I think it's bigger.

Anniversary Trip

We took a long weekend and went to the lake for our anniversary. Just wanted to get away and relax for a few days. We enjoyed it very much but not as much as our fishin' dog, Harley. He had a blast trying to catch them fish.

The first day of our trip started out gettin' the fishin' tackle in order.

Really, how many rubber thingamagiggers do you need? Apparently, more than I ever thought.

The lake levels were very low but we found a pretty good fishin' hole in the Cedar Point Recreational area. We caught more rocks than fish though! Spent a good majority of time fixin' broken line.

The husband and Harley intent on catchin' Walter!

The fishin' dog had such faith in our fishin' ability. He would attack the line every time we reeled it in, thinkin' we would have a fish. He was disappointed the majority of the time.

All that fishin' just tuckered them out!