Life isn’t perfect is it Dear Humans? We all know that don’t we? As you may know I am spending the winter in Florida and, yes, I am very lucky to be here. I have heard that the weather back home has been dreadful and cold and miserable. So I am happy to be here where it is warmer. But it is not perfect. Nope.
So what is less than perfect about being here in Florida? Well just a couple of things.
- When it rains it pours and I’m talking about sheets of rain. It rains so hard that when I look out my stall window I can’t even see that far. And that rain means we will not be getting turnout the next day. At home it rains too and we just go out into the mud. But here it isn’t mud. The rains forms huge puddles that don’t sink into the ground. It just sits there and the humans don’t want we horses to be standing in water. So no turnout. I’m disappointed but I get over it. I have my hay fed to me in a nibble net so it lasts longer and I always have something to do with eating my hay. My neighbor Mesanto gets in such a BAD mood when he can’t go out to the paddocks. Whoa! He puts his ears back and tries to bite any horses or humans going past his stall door. He sometimes kicks the stall boards between us and says: “I HATE this! Hate it! I’m so bored!” And then he grumbles on. Here’s me doing an imitation of him.
- The Florida Grot. What is that you ask? Well I can’t give you a scientific breakdown but it is something in the soil that when we roll it gets stuff onto our skin and then we break out in small bumps. Here is a photo of me that I asked my human Ma Leueen to take. I have been clipped before we left home and the dark patch is where my fur was not clipped as this is where the saddle sits. So my skin looks quite good doesn’t it?
But…..here is a close up look at the skin on my shoulder.
You see those bumps! That , my Dear Humans , is the Florida Grot. Ma Leueen does not like these bumps and she washes the bumpy bits with a special soap and then sprays on something.
All the humans get upset about the Grot. They all have different ideas about what to put on it or do about it but all of them think they have to take immediate action. My friend Mesanto has it on his back and his human would not allow him to be turned out to the paddock earlier this past week. He was furious. And he let her know about it. Yipes! So she relented and he got to go out but then it rained and none of us could go out.
So, as you can see Dear Humans, life is not perfect. But to be honest as long as I have my hay and my three meals a day and Ma Leueen comes to see me and give me some carrots I’m happy. Till next time Dear Humans be happy and stay well! Here’s me just chillin’ while Ma Leueen gives me a brushing. .