Okay, now a pissed off redhead owns my horse...
Just got back from bringing the horses in for now and also just hung up from talking to Phil again.
He called back while I was walking down to the pasture.He wanted to make sure he was pulling into the right driveway and he was.
He'd said he'd call when he left there. I waited a half hour, forty-five minutes, grooming the horses and making sure they head all the crap they need til they go back out in a while.
Nothing.
What'd she do? Kill him and is now burying him behind a barn?
I decide to drive past and see if he's still there. I do and he isn't.
I call him. Yep. He's alive, he made it.
Doesn't sound too pissed off, either. Everything went fine.
She was a tad grumpy at first, then, when they got to talkin' Quarter Horses, she relaxed and showed him all their horses and shit. He was duly impressed. So...
cash was handed over, bill of sale made out in Mrs Boss's name and...
now I want that job even more.
I have GOT to get her paid off, pronto. This is a good deal, yes, but not the same deal as before. This one isn't with MR Boss.
With that one, I'd have felt more relaxed about paying him back.
Still intense about it, yeah, but... I don't think my hair would feel s'much like it's standing on end with him.
It does with it being her, though... What is is "motivation" set aflame... on steroids... pick you perjorative. Anyway... the horses are in, in their stalls with their newly installed fans (as of yesterday), outta the heat and away from the flies. I need a cuppa coffee and to get a shower and get ready to go meet this kennel lady. And, if this doesn't work out, then go talk to Faaaaah-bio again. I am NOT gonna lose this horse.
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