Dee's new Digs!

Well, I moved miss Dee in the middle of what resembled a cold tropical storm yesterday. The barn is really nice, with a great big indoor. She wasn't pleased with me, but I think she'll settle in. Unfortunately, I didn't get any photos. It was a deluge of rain with vicious wind gusts, so even if I had taken photos, it wouldn't have come out very well.
Now, when you drop a young child off boarding school, standard practice is that the parents shouldn't contact the child at first, to let her get acclimated. Much to my dismay, Garry has the same policy, and wants me to wait ten days to visit. I already want to go see her and I dropped her off yesterday! The only good thing is that I've got finals coming up and about a million different projects due, so I should be kept busy enough to not think about missing Dee too much. I know she's in good hands, but I haven't had someone else doing the majority of care in a LONG time, and I've NEVER sent a horse out for training without me. I'm feeling a little lost, and I definitely felt like a terrible parent leaving her there when she was clearly worried. I gave her lots of pats and told her how much I loved her and that she needed to be at least somewhat well behaved, then braved the storm back home.

I found this funny list called "A Horse's View of The World"... I bolded the one's that I think Dee would agree with:
Arena: Place where humans can take the fun out of forward motion.
Bit: Means by which a rider's every motion is transmitted to the sensitive tissues of the mouth.
Bucking: counterirritant
Crossties: Gymnastic apparatus.
Dressage: Process by which some riders can eventually be taught to respect the bit.
Fence: Barrier that protects good grazing.
Grain: Sole virtue of domestication.
Hitching rail: Means by which to test one's strength.
Horse trailer: Mobile cave bear den.
Hotwalker: The lesser of two evils.
Jump: An opportunity for self-expression.
Latch: Type of puzzle.
Longeing: Procedure for keeping a prospective rider at bay.
Owner: Human assigned responsibility for one's feeding.
Rider: Owner overstepping its bounds.
Farrier: Disposable surrogate owner; useful for acting out aggression without compromising food supply.
Trainer: Owner with mob connections.
Veterinarian: Flightless albino vulture <-- I LOVE that one... but Dee loves Dr. S, so it doesn't apply!

And one more, non horse related funny:
Dog vs. Cat…..
Exerpt from a Dog’s Diary:

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat’s Daily Diary…

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘ good little hunter ‘ I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be mor e than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now…………….