There is a tornado warning for our exact area. Aaah! Wonder if . . . I hate thinking like that. I also hate living in a trailer with no basement to hide in. If my blog abruptly ends after this, you will know.
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 really liked them.