Horse Sense....

 

                           

 

Az 

Chew

Suz

This is all fixable and I'll give you x-rays in another 3 months.

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For future reference, to the question, Who runs the herd?

It's Mumma.

Boo-ba-licious came home ten foot tall and bulletproof, rearing and kicking and being a bit of a drama queen, and Mumma just went up to him and double barrelled him.

I think that is horsey for, Don't you ever walk into my home acting like that again! Then glared at me as if I was somehow responsible for his bad attitude.

Come dinner time, Mumma, Cappy, Belles were eating and Boo was standing to the side waiting to be let eat.

I freaking love Mumma bear.

Boo-ba-licious

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Neighbour spied that we had a blockage, as water wasn't dissolving from the paddocks like normal...

It was the bloody lillies!!!

And how everything should have, and now does, look...

Best bloody neighours in the Universe!!

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And that didn't take long.

Some muppet on Instagram is trying to explain to me that Az is actually dying and I'm too stupid to know and accept it.

Well, ok then.

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So Spirit are giving me a bit of a nudge at the moment.

Well, that's not quite true, it's a great big bloody shove.

And it's all about Chew.

In the last 4 days, I have had 5 conversations re Chew.

None of them started with Chew, and they weren't even horsey orientated.  But Chew kept popping in.

And it was all about Chew and his kids.

You know, when he used to deal with the Aspergers and Autism and Sexually abused, sometimes non-verbal, kids.

And how he would act.

First he would walk around the room, smelling them, and then he would pick one, go to him or her, stand there and say, I know  what they did.  

And that would be that, until everybody was ready to go home.

But the weirdest thing was the child would just be with Chew...and hold his mane.  The child found a place to rest his Soul.

And Spirit are bugging me about this, and to be fair, I can understand that.

It was other-worldly to watch, and it didn't just happen once, it happened every single time.

And I stopped because I didn't like working with the adults.  The horse connection got lost and it was all about, Oooooooohhhhh....look at us, we do Horse Therapy.  But the whole Soul of why got lost.

Which is why I wouldn't do the tv remember?  We started going down a path I didn't like.

But I've been coming across Reading with Mini's - and reading books is a passion of mine.  And now I can see how it could work here at home.

It's beautiful here - but in the Other-worldly Reader Zen kind of way.

But I won't deal with the adults, no the-ex-is-a-prick or let's-talk-about-what-happened no, no, that will not happen here.

In fact, what I want is a no-talk, no-phone, no-ipad zone.  You just go and pick your mini, lead him or her out, find a space for you both, and read a book you brought with you.

And I can see how that would work.

Periodically I can look over and see a child sitting next to a mini and the peace is awesome.

And how cool would it be if the Silence was recognized and respected and validated as a place which was awesome?

Buut these are the cons:

1) I don't like being restricted, so I couldn't do any set hours.

2) What happens when I'm super busy?

3) What if I'm not in a Zen like mood?  

Like today, when I was on my third (3) conversation with a major phone/internet company because the fucking muppet I had spoken to last night had given me this professional advice of:

Oh, this happens all the time.  Don't worry, it'll correct itself over night and will be sweet tomorrow.

Today:

No it fucking won't you ineptitude dick.  It was fucking water in the line and we were out AND it's going to be days before someone can physcially come out and fix it.

How the fuck did you get this job?  More to the point, how the fuck are you keeping it?

But I can see why Spirit are bugging me.  This thing that I have, you can't buy it and you can't learn it, so on that basis alone, Spirit expect me to step up.

Which I understand, because sometimes I can literally see the magick. 

But no fucking adults.

Or at least none that talk.

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Found a dead pukeho who died by drowning in a puddle by the shed.

That was polite of it.

Unfortunately, works out that I really really don't like touching dead shite, and when push came to shove, I absolutely, 100%, could not pick it up and string it on the fence.

However, new neighbour apparently loves to shoot rabbits and pukeho's and another one of my neighbours has told me what gun to buy, where to buy it locally...and then I can then suss out shooting rabbits and pukeho's myself.

I like that plan. 

I very much like shooting, however, as has been proved, not so keen on the dead part. 

Maybe I should just go talk to my neighbour.

Or buy a gun and practice on non-living things.

Might come in useful when random guys, turn up unannounced and uninvited, asking if I'm single or live with anyone. 

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Finally got my internet and land line fixed.

After an extremely frustrating 4 hours.

Mostly because the guy kept telling me that it wasn't his fault, which never ceases to annoy the fuck out of me, because it certainly wasn't mine.

And I wasn't getting paid to fix it.

We had the first fight when he told me we needed a carpenter in the shed to pull out things so he could get underground and look at the wire, because this was where the fault was. 

We didn't.  I could see daylight. 

So with that alone, we didn't need a bloody carpenter. 

He then said I needed to move three horse jackets.  Which I did.

And then he found out that it wasn't the wire he needed, which I had already told him.

He then fluffed around with all connections inside the house, then decided the fault was in the paddock by the house.  

The complete opposite of where him and I had had the original fight of, Yes, this is where the line is vs This is ABSOLUTELY 100% NOT where the bloody line is.

However, I did end up apologizing because even though I'm still a bit suss on whether this was the actual problem, he did fix this, and I now have internet.

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Went out to see my horses this morning before breakfast, and I only counted three in the open stables.

I was like, What?  Wait....Cappy!  Where's Boo?

And I swear, hand on hoof, he flicked his head to the right, rolled his eyes AND gave a tut...and a split second later Boo pops his head out of the stables next to Cappy, Here!

My Trainer and his co-Trainers have done a bloody brilliant job with him.

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Storm was bad here, but horses, chickies, cows and me all fine, power went down for a day or so, and sporadically still goes down, but all fences stayed up.

Internet still down, so using hotspot, and that keeps flicking in and out, so no photo's.

My love goes out to the 225,000 people without power, and those who are now displaced because of this storm.

It's a chaotic time right now, baby, hold on.

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Belle has almost stopped bitch slapping Boo round the paddocks.

Mumma Bear's proud of her.

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Oh wait...just come through:

Liam's second manuscript has just been accepted in a journal!

One super proud Mumma here.

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Kissy hugs

Caps, me (T - she/her), Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, and of course, my beautiful Mumma Bear, Belle and Boo-ba-licious, Pat, Chuck, Rose, Pepper, Shelley, Marmite, Geraldine, Milli, Bessie, Raz, Sugar, Butter, Cookie and Cinammon, and the cows, Mickey, Mikey and Moose.

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