Another day in paridise

How could life get any better?  Only 103f today a real relief from the 104 of Yesterday! Life never gets simple, always something unexpected to deal with.  Today having used up the Vet, we take our super yearling fillie,(Devil in a brown dress) to visit a chiropractor,  I have little if any faith in the mumbo jumbo of the horse world but have nothing to lose. (except a few more dollars)  She seems to have knocked a shoulder down some way or other.  I swear you can't raise a colt in a padded pasture without them finding a way to get hurt.

On a lighter side I found a face book group of nothing but retired troopers.  Really good reading if you allready know those guys.  All the stories began the same.  "Hey, You Remember"

The Day Ted Quit Me

He was a nice looking 2 year old horse colt who had arrived at the age to start breaking.  Ted and I hazed him into the round pen and took about half an hour getting a saddle screwed down and a good bozzell on his head.  After the coin toss I caught his head and Ted swung up.  He swallowed his head and began to pitch as if he had been practicing most of his life.  I was truly surprised at how sincere he seemed to be.  He was out of my best double bred hancock mare and a good stallion that belonged to that stock contractor from over near Velma.  Should have made for a real nice horse but he sure wasn’t acting that way.  About the third jump Ted remarked that the ridge cap on top of the barn was coming loose and it dawned on me that I couldn’t see it from where I stood.  It was about the third trip around the round pen when he sorta lined out at the fence and cleared that five and half foot fence with a room to spare.  I  began to wonder if those folks back east might be interested in a jumping prospect.  He sure made it look easy.  Course he came down in the stud run with that old stud of Ted’s who apparently wasn’t looking for any company.  I could tell by the look in Ted’s eye that he really didn’t have his mind on riding.  A couple more jumps with lots of squealing and pawing from the old stud and he made the second impressive jump of the day.  Same height of fence but he made this one with the old studs teeth sunk into his rear just above the tail.  It was somewhere along there that I noticed Ted setting in the alley just out side the stud run.  I never knew of him quitting on a job before but he sure quit me that day.  Ted finally got up off the ground and helped me get him gathered up and back in the pen.  I had to promise to stand good for the repairs to his saddle just to get him to help get the tack back off that little old colt.  I really figured that as soon as the swelling went down on his ankle,  Ted’s pride would having him in a hurry to get back on and finish that little old job but when I asked him about it he told me he was too busy with some new mail order accounting course to fool with some little old colt.  I finally gave up and swapped him to that feller over at Velma for a few roping calves.  He seemed real pleased to add the colt to his bunch but I can’t help but wonder if them folks back east didn’t miss out on a real prospect.

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