Well, this is fun...

I get up at the butt crack o'dawn after staying up too late (as usual), get a shower, wash my hair, feel like hell, get dressed, go to work and....
find out that I'm "off" til Thursday...
*boooo, hissss*

*deep siiigh*

Oh well.
Whatcha gonna do?

The farmer who has been putting up the building that Mr Boss wasn't home because of helping him with has to cut his alfalfa before it gets too tall, old and stemmy.
Consequently, Mr Boss is off til Thursday, so... so am I.

So, here I sit, 7:30 in the morning, showered, fluffy haired and Drakkar-ed lightly with nuttin' to do.
House is mostly clean.
Animals are all taken care of, except for the outside dawgs (and that'll take all of six seconds to do) and.... about the only thing on TV is Saved by the Bell, God help me.
It's either that, or the news and I prefer FARK for that. (I like my news with a twist of irony... *grin*)

Did find out one cool thing from Mr Boss, though... he went and looked at another App for me on Friday.
But, because yet another owner doesn't seem to know the difference between a pony and a horse of 15 hands or better, it was a wash.
Worse than the owners who say their horse is "big" only to find a POA (Pony of the Americas), are the ones who say shit like, "Well, he's about 14.5 or so...", which isn't even a valid measurement.

That's like saying someone is five foot twelve.

A "hand" is FOUR inches. Therefore, if a "horse" is between 56 and 60 inches, it's either 14.1, 14.2, 14.3 or 15 hands. AND, if the animal is 14.2 hands or smaller, it's a PONY, not a horse. (This is going by "show standards", because, in reality, horses and ponies are different species altogether...)

Anyway, this is about the fifth time that's happened.
So, Mr Boss has got a friend of his on the job now.
Mr Boss is officially tired of driving all over God's created Earth, looking at ponies. And, naturally this friend of his said, "Well, hell... I just sold an App like you're looking for..."
*goober face*
Ah, shaddap.

S'okay, though.
He also said to give him a "coupla days" and he'll find another one.
Oh, how I do hope so.

And yeah, I did tell Mr Boss about that retarded filly.
I told him I wanted him to know so he can watch his back around her and watch when that girl works her to see if he can figure out what her problem is.
We're wondering if the horse is sensing a lack of confidence in the girl and taking advantage of it.
They do do that, the boogers.
If a horse knows, or even thinks, you're scared, you're screwed.
That's why it's so vitally important to get back on if one dislodges you from his back somehow, whether it's bucking you off or scraping you off on a tree or whatever.
You can't let them "win" like that.

Like Cat said, "You control the horse, don't let the horse control you."
He's absolutely right.

The trick is gaining and maintaining that control without resorting to cruelty.
Not alotta people can do that.
That's the major difference between horsemen and "hotdogs". (By definition, most "hotdogs" call themselves "cowboys" when, in fact, they wouldn't know a cowboy if one branded their ass, nor do they have the slightest idea what they're doing with or to the horse... they're idiots who bought a cowboy hat and a pair of boots and think they're "all that", for the most part...)
(And they annoy the ever-lovin' SHIT outta me...)

Aaaanyway...

Guess I'll go feed the dawgs.
Then, I guess I oughta feed me.
Just don't know what I want...
(Actually, Stouffer's Swedish Meatballs would be GREAT, but I don't feel like running to the store... how's that for bein' a lazyass? *grin*)
I'll find something, I'm sure.

Meantime...

Peace y'all...

Posted by: Stevie at 07:20 AM

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