That's kind of frustrating.
Add to the hard work of fixing my position the nasty hovering-just-above-freezing-while-dumping-gallons-of-rain-on-me weather we've been having, and going to the barn is just an unpleasant thing right now.
|I mean... Do you want to walk a half mile through shin-deep clay mud to get your equally disgusted horse?|
|Fun fact: Bears can eat as much as they want and don't get diabetes. Seriously. I want to be a bear. Or a little dog, she has it pretty easy...|
|"But why such long claws, Grandma?"|
|Misty sleet. 40 degrees. Mmmmmhm. Horrifying.|
|What? You don't let your partially clothed horse freely wander the barn and snarf out of the hay cart at will? One of these days, that horse is going to bite down on a napping cat. That day, things will get real.|
|Yes. My local pub allows dogs. They are sort of local celebrities...|
|I'm dying for a good snow-ride!|