On the lighter side, I took horses to the farrier today. Good farrier, we treat him like gold. Kind of a boring day for me, all though, our farrier is kind of fun to visit with. He always has lots of good stories from when he used to cowboy.
Today it was about a buckskin horse (my buckskin colt Hooch that he was trimming right then made him think of it I guess) he had to ride for 28 days straight, on the 19th day was the last day he bucked till he was 25 years old and then he bucked some yahoo off that deserved it. He was sorry he'd sold him but he was young and needed the money. He said the fellow who bought him rode the horse, then it taught that fellow's kids to ride and then the neighbors kids.
I got back just in time to see my cowboy coming through the gate.
Roxy had gone with him and looked glad to be back. It was a hot day. You can always tell when cowboys don't wear their leggins.
He made blueberry pancakes, drisseled strawberry syrup and covered them in whipped cream. (I'm so lucky to have married a man that can cook.)
Roxy really liked them.
Cotton (my bestest most favoritest cat, who loves me) wanted some too. I think it was the cream. I got some cream I wasn't expecting when he wrastled me down and squirted some in my mouth (through clenched screaming/giggling teeth). Cowboys and whipped cream, watch out!