B. C. Forbes
Sunny is a pleasant old chap to have around. We learned a few more things about him, besides just being a retired Barrel Racer. He is half Quarter Horse and half Palomino. He is eager to please, and response to commands easily. But he has already began to back talk me. Oh, as if that should surprise you!
Last night I was out talking with my neighbors that train horses. They asked me to bring Sunny up to the fence, so they could get a better look at him. I told them what I know of Sunny, his age and retirement status is about all. And the last time he saw a farrier, or had his teeth dealt with.
They neighbors are very impressed with his demeanor and how well his legs are built. I was informed that he is about 100 lbs under weight, and with a little time and care, he will build back up and that sway in his back will not be so pronounced. I can get his hooves tended for $25 and his teeth done for another $25. I thought it would be more then that, so am relieved.
The neighbor showed me the only command I really need to know, her words. The emergency stop. Which Sunny responded to easily. Then they looked at his teeth, declaring that they weren't horrible and that he is no way he is 20 years old. But the vet who will be dealing with his teeth can tell me his real age.
Suddenly I was invited to a Weeny cleaning party by the neighbors wife. I must have dropped my jaw, because she was giggling up a storm. She informed me that she was serious, and that they do indeed have a weeny cleaning party. I told her that it was my son's horse so I guess he'll get to do that.
Now I am speechless. No one told me this! I have to clean his, um, sheath!?! What!?! So after we were done talking I ran into the house to inform my husband. I should know better to mention anything like this to a bunch of men. We had some buddies over and even if technically they are of a mature age, they still have the minds of 12 year old boys. They all wanted to be invited to this party, and asking how much it would cost. Blah blah blah. ~sigh~ boys. I ran straight to my homesteading books, none of which mention this particular type of party. So I looked online. Looks like it is a common practice, but not one that seems to be a necessity.
Luckily for me, many of my female readers have the minds of 12 year old boys, your writer here is one. So I will attend this party, take pictures, and make you all suffer through this with me. Oh, don't even gasp and tell me you are not in the least curious about this weeny party. I know better.