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Drop kick me Jesus, thru the goalposts of life!
Being the proud owner of a large sack of dog food, commonly referred to as a horse, who entered his geriatric years about the same time Reagan took office the first time, I'm thinking he's got to be going to horsey heaven pretty soon.
Three times before I've worked up a good grieve, cause I'm sure he dyin', he gets better and tears down some fence to celebrate!
We were informed by the vet that he was going to have a bad foot the rest of his life, and could'nt ever go back out to pasture. We had to keep him penned up only hay and sweetfeed. Too much$$$ to do that. The wife mentioned taking him to the feedlot and making back some of the money he'd cost us. But being the softies we are, we could'nt do it! He'd carried the whole family many a mile in his younger years.
So we decided to keep him penned up until he ran out of hay, then turn him out to pasture anyway, and when he got hobbled bad we'd have him put down.
Last night was the last of the hay.
So, once again I headed to the pasture thinking "well, I give him 2 days and we'll have to put him down."
With a little black cloud hanging over my shoulder, I went to say goodbye to the ol' nag. After I said bye to the wife I headed to the pasture. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Sorry.
As I got to the pasture I heard something big moving thru the deep grass. Just as I was noticing the shattered gate, the horse emerged from the weeds! Not only that but he managed a few crow hops, followed by a twisting kick. I think I will rename this horse Methusula, I don't know if I spelled that right, but I'm talkin bout the ol' man in the bible. This animal is going to live forever and put me in the poor house or the asylum, I'm not sure which.
Thanx for letting me hang out and ramble!
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