hoof-stomping good times

The horses had a party in the barn last night. A real boot-stomping, pig-hollering good time. I know this because there was poo everywhere....even on the ceiling. I felt like a maid cleaning up after a frat party. Instead of beer cans I get to scoop, clean, mop, and sweep up poo. I was miffed but out of the corner of my eye I could see Bruce, the lover of all things gross and disgusting, licking his chops with a sly smile on his mug.

"What the hay" I say as I step into 4 inches of muck. I know exactly what went on. These pampered horses stayed in the barn all day and night while it rained 24 hours solid. All the while they stuffed their fat faces with quality ( read *crazy expensive*) orchard grass hay. Of course they couldn't risk getting a single drop of rain on their perfectly glossy coats so they relieved themselves in the barn.

Side note:
*If you aren't around horses on a daily basis, they poop about 30lbs a day. Multiply that by 6 horses that are in this pasture. That means a conservative estimate of  my scooping this morning was in the 180 lb range.*

I would have been slightly peeved spending a ton of extra time playing room service to 6 ungrateful animals but my dad, who happened to read my post yesterday, brought over money so I could buy the shoes of my dreams. (Isn't he the best?) So while attending to the mess and periodically screaming at Bruce to spit whatever he had in his mouth out, I was daydreaming about the shoes that will be on my front step in 2-5 days.....

And to even the score I dewormed all the horses. I save this little chore for when they really tick me off. (De-worming has to be done every month. Surprise! They usually can manage to tick me off sometime during the scheduled week  of deworming)There is something cathartic about forcing 92 milligrams of fenbendazole down the gullet of an unwilling horse.

We're even