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10/30/2002: "All The Help You Could (N)ever Want"
Some people say good help is hard to find. They never met Indy. Take yesterday for example…
Even though Indy and Ami are out 24/7, they do have access to bedded stalls should they want to make use of them. Fortunately, both of them are extremely tidy in the stalls, so keeping them clean is usually not a serious problem. Twice a day -or even more -, we pick up the poop, if there is any, and muck out the wet spots. We use baled shavings and add more as needed.
Yesterday morning we decided to add a couple of bales to each stall. Ever since I had my hip replaced, Mike has insisted on doing this because he feels I shouldn’t handle that much weight with the hip. Hey, who am I to complain, right? So, Mike wheelborrowed a couple of bales into the front stall as I was mucking the back one. Suddenly he said, “Look at this!” Indy was pawing at one of the bales. Finally, he got it open and started pawing at the shavings inside, spreading them all over the stall. I GOTTA get a picture of this! It won’t be hard. All I have to do is put a bale in a stall, show it to Indy, and have the camera ready. Indy absolutely LOVES to do this, and it’s something that has to be seen to be fully appreciated. Indy insists he’s just trying to help. Uh huh. Right.
Yesterday was chilly and breezy with snow/sleet showers and an east wind that I just cannot STAND. I don’t think Indy hates it like I do, however, because he was Ready To Rumble. While Ami and I watched from the shelter of the barn and its “back porch,” he went thundering and bucking around the perimeter of the pasture all the way down to the lower gate. He paused for a moment, then came thundering and bucking back, obviously having a total BLAST. Coming from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan as he does, Indy thought yesterday was downright balmy. He said he’s waiting for some REAL snow. Oh boy…
