We got home last Wednesday night and being that the baby is sitting on a nerve, I didn’t feel the urge to check everyone in the dark out in the pasture and worry about tripping on a rock or falling in a hole. So I opted to wait. What did I find when I went to check on the big herd, the whole damn herd in the one part of the pasture we’d been trying to keep them off of.
I was more than livid when I saw it. I had no idea where
they broke the fence. So much for having ANY pasture in September so that I
wouldn’t have to worry while I’m in the hospital or have to call in yet ANOTHER
favor.
I have my suspicion that it was King who did all the fence
pushing and fence breaking. I am putting
him in with the ponies and that will be the end of this crap (sorry, I’m just
that angry over the entire deal). I don’t know if the pasture where I wanted to
put them in September will come back in time. There’s less than a month but we
have been getting rain. I don’t know. I am afraid they were on that part of the
pasture the entire time we were gone. Furious doesn’t begin to explain my mood
these days with those blasted horses.
Next year when I’m finally physically able, we are dividing
the pasture permanently. I’m going to deal with this any more. And it could be
that King will become a drylot horse. He’s already got the beginnings of
laminitis in one of his feet. He might as well be drylotted with the ponies. I
can’t figure out that two years ago we had half the herd out at the neighbors in ONE STRAND of electric and this
time around there’s two strands and they keep blowing through it.
King.
He and Jim were the two that were never allowed over at the neighbors.
Jim respects and fears electric (but if he does get loose he’s a runner). So it
has to be King.
He is now permanently removed from the big herd until
further notice.
F.U.R.I.O.U.S.
Anyone want a big fat, naughty, paint?
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