Brett went up to the Santa Ynez valley to help my dad on a project Wednesday, leaving before 4am. That left me to do the morning chores on my own which I thought would be okay since my foot has been feeling stronger lately. However, I put in long days at work on Monday and Tuesday and was exhausted by Tuesday evening. I woke up Wednesday morning, after a night spent dreaming about sleeping -- I figure it must be a sign of exhaustion if you have to double your sleep by dreaming about it too -- and I was dragging. I put on my walking boot and headed to the barn. Unfortunately, I seem to have worn out the air pump so I couldn't pump up the boot and fully support my foot. I hobbled very slowly down to the barn, with the heavy boot flopping on my foot. I got the horses their buckets of vitamins and started mucking the pasture. It was very slow, sore going. The donkeys assumed that I was taking so many breaks so that I could give them butt scratches and ear rubs. And, how could I resist?
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| Finessa: Stop mucking and rub my face. |
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| Tuffy did an inspection of my muck rake |
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| Tuffy: Um, not much in here. You're kinda slow at this, aren't you? |
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| Don't you want to scratch us some more? | |
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| Jackson: Why do they get all the attention? And when do we get our hay? I'm starving in here. |
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| Tuffy: Simmer down big boy. Why don't you roll, it'll make you feel better. |
