Double Trouble

When the canine and human population around here doubles for a week, mishaps are inevitable. Smooch has been the only minor casualty so far, and it was all her doing, so don't go feeling sorry for her. Ok, maybe just a little sorry. She can put on such a pitiful face.

The darker side of Smooch went after guest dog Maggie through the fence, and Smooch managed to rip off a toe nail. Ouch. There was blood and a little drama, but a truce has been called.  Smooch's paw is healing quickly, Maggie is steering clear of the shared fenceline, and I've stopped having mild coronaries each time they make eye contact.

Hank and Lyle have been on their best behavior, patiently accepting all the demonstrating that goes on when a guest must learn how to groom, how to saddle, and how to ride. Lyle served as my sister's lesson mount in the arena this morning, and did not fart and scare himself even once.



I'd been saving up a variety of two-person chores for my sister's arrival, chief among them fence maintenance. We finished the job in half the time I thought it would take, so now we can move on to even more exciting tasks, like restacking hay and sweeping the chimney and giving Wynonna a pedicure. Do I show my guests a good time or what?



We made time this afternoon to double-team George and Alan during their driving lessons.



They decided that twice as many trainers should equal twice as many carrots.

It's very humbling to be taught math by a burro.