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May. 17th, 2007 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickI had horse things planned for today but they didn't materialize.
I said that the IRH was going to stop talking to me any day. Today was the day. Cass tried (and failed) to catch her, which is a big No-no in the book of the IRH... who then decided she was NOT going to be catchable. By anyone. Seriously.
She was wrong about that, but not before she skinned her knee on the concrete feeder trough that she decided she did not really want to climb over. Instead of going riding, we went across the road and ate the knee-high orchard grass for half an hour while the cars went by. She's not seriously injured and if she's sound tomorrow, we'll give it another go. If she's limpy, we'll wait until the limpy is cured. Such is life.
I told Cass that she really had to either succeed or not try at all -- the try-n-fail-n-give-up modality does not help with catching the IRH. It took me an hour to catch her. (I don't generally sucker her with feed. I should not have to do so. If she runs, I go after her. If she runs again, I go after her again. Eventually, she stops running. I am more patient in this matter than she is.)
I am very tired. The IRH lives in a field with steep hills. Today I got to walk all of them, more than once each.
After that, I went home and played with Youbee, who is warming up to the idea of being a house cat. I gave her a crumpled up ball of paper, which she thought was the Best Toy Ever on the linoleum floor of the bathroom.
Now I'm ready for bed.
I said that the IRH was going to stop talking to me any day. Today was the day. Cass tried (and failed) to catch her, which is a big No-no in the book of the IRH... who then decided she was NOT going to be catchable. By anyone. Seriously.
She was wrong about that, but not before she skinned her knee on the concrete feeder trough that she decided she did not really want to climb over. Instead of going riding, we went across the road and ate the knee-high orchard grass for half an hour while the cars went by. She's not seriously injured and if she's sound tomorrow, we'll give it another go. If she's limpy, we'll wait until the limpy is cured. Such is life.
I told Cass that she really had to either succeed or not try at all -- the try-n-fail-n-give-up modality does not help with catching the IRH. It took me an hour to catch her. (I don't generally sucker her with feed. I should not have to do so. If she runs, I go after her. If she runs again, I go after her again. Eventually, she stops running. I am more patient in this matter than she is.)
I am very tired. The IRH lives in a field with steep hills. Today I got to walk all of them, more than once each.
After that, I went home and played with Youbee, who is warming up to the idea of being a house cat. I gave her a crumpled up ball of paper, which she thought was the Best Toy Ever on the linoleum floor of the bathroom.
Now I'm ready for bed.
