I wish every day was a weekend day

Saturday was vet day. Jupes needed his flu shot and worming medicine and Ziggy got that and his teeth floated. Before the vet arrived, we had the boys out and Lynn measured them. Ziggy is 15.3 and Jupiter is 14.3. We need to remember to measure Keota next time he's here! I think he's taller than Zigs--what do you think? 16 hands? Didn't you always want a tall horse?  :)

Poor Zigs had been having much more issue with his teeth than Lynn (and Dr. Branch) originally thought! Poor baby's mouth was cut up and he had sores. Dr. Carlisle worked and worked on him and even had to give him another shot. Lynn said Ziggy looked over at her and a tear slipped down his face. Poor boy! Then he had to be walked and walked and walked around the parking lot. Long slow circles so he could move his feet without fear of falling.

Jupiter had a bit of a rodeo prior to his shots--there are transient people in the fields near the vet's office. Usually the boys are on high alert anyway, but suddenly Jupes went into longe mode. He was at the end of his rope and twirling around me (on the grass, thankfully). I looked for the source of his anxiety and there walking across the field toward us was a woman with a long black coat billowing out around her. She had a hat on and a back pack. Sheesh. She scared me too! :) She looked like a Halloween witch or a large black crow. She hollered, "Am I freaking your horse out?" Uh yeah.

Sunday was a beautiful day. We saddled up and rode up the Hennessy. Star got to go today and I think it was his first time on the new trails. I am sure it was fun for him and maybe he will let himself be caught again. It was a fun ride. We went pretty fast--zipping around the corners and jumping logs. We heard vehicles on the roads above us, but never had to deal with any hunters. Both the dogs had bright duct tape on; Haley had her pink bonnet and pink racing stripes around her body and Happy wore turquoise racing stripes.

Ziggy kept his tongue in his mouth almost the whole day. It finally hung out a little at the end. We were starting to think it had something to do with his teeth bothering him. But then there it was. Good! That tongue meant things were back to normal. The other thing the vet did was clean his sheath. More weird stuff--two things came out that shouldn't have been there. Dr. Carlisle is not a talkative man and he didn't offer any explanation and Lynn didn't ask. Afterward, in the parking lot, Ziggy peed a stream like he never has. We thought maybe he'd had a blockage or was uncomfortable and that was why he peed so often and such a small amount. But no, all that was back to normal as well. :)

Ziva stayed with her favorite babysitter: Uncle Lee. :) She ate all day (salami and cheese and Haley's food); chewed sticks while he greased the truck; she played with Gracie, and finally, she slept in his lap while he watched racing. A good time was had by all!

Later, we had our first bath together. Not her favorite. I blew her dry as well; again not her favorite. Then she ran around like a manic with the puppy crazies. She ate dinner, crawled up on to my blanket that was in the floor waiting for the clean sheets to come out of the dryer, and went to sleep. She didn't even move for three hours.

Life is good.