Movie in my head

With the recent rains I had wondered how the horses were holding up in that nasty corral that always floods.

Was looking out the kitchen window when I saw the new white horse.  I could not tell if he was in mother's property or not.  It has always irritated me that his owner never comes to ask if he can bring his animals...he just assumes he can.

I was getting hot under the collar because I am sick and tired of abusive neighbors. He has no idea whether or not we are home and does he even take into consideration that if we are not here, who is going to water him?

Reluctantly I went outside to drag the hose out of the mud and find the large water container I had bought for Boris. While I do not mind doing this, I would have liked for it to have been Walter the one to come graze.

That is when I realized that the white horse was not in the yard but grazing by the street.  I laughed as I remembered my Colombian soap opera where the main character in his so sexy Colombian accent tells the girl "ya te hiciste todo una pelicula en la cabeza"...which translates to "you have made a whole movie in your head"...jajajajajaja...that is exactly what I had done :)

The corral must be flooded as both horses were not in it and I guess this one got loose.  It is dangerous as people turn that corner awfully fast and are not expecting a horse to greet them. Luckily he returned home on his own.

I do not know how many people who read this blog also read the Field Lab written by John Wells. Can someone please tell me what happened to his steer Bud?  Last year I was having so many computer problems that I quit reading several blogs as the library only allows you to use their computer for 30 minutes. I would ask on his blog but I don't want to be insensitive and besides he rarely answers comments.

Flooded Corral

Have not done an update on Walter in a while, mainly because there is no change and it pains me to have to rehash it.  He is still tied to a tire with cement, with no shelter and NO WATER!  They do feed him but do they think he is a camel?

My mother does not want me to water him because she thinks his owner is going to come tell me off. I told her that if he did (doubtful) I would tell him if he preferred I watered him or the Sheriff.  I hate that man!

This week it has not been my leg but my arms, the joint pain is killing me ( I suffer from Fibromyositis).  I have not been able to lift them above my head.  It has been difficult to wash my hair.  Since I could not carry a gallon of water, I carried two half gallons to balance myself out.

Unfortunately, I was unable to water him yesterday or today when the temperatures have been in the 80's and he is not sheltered from the sun.  With all those able bodied people living there, why doesn't anyone care about his welfare?

Dulcinea is not fairing much better.  Her owner filled up her barrel but I guess he forgot to turn the spigot off and flooded the corral.  Now she is in a pile of mud and only has a little space that sits higher and is the only dry spot. None of these worthless people should be allowed to be pet owners.

I am concerned that Dulcinea has a dead fetus. That colt has not been born yet and it has been well over a year that she has been pregnant.