Today was an interesting day, to say the least. And I didn’t get a photo of the most scary experience, either.

This afternoon Nolemana called me in a panic; he was down at the barn and saw that Ricky, the horse we’re boarding, was lying on his side, back legs up and over the watering trough. He thought Ricky had had a stroke.

I got in my car and rushed down there and saw that the problem was that Ricky had gotten himself cast (by rolling and scratching his back too close to the trough) and that the trough needed to be moved so that he could get his legs under him.

Nolemana got a big bucket and scooped enough water out to move the trough, then pulled it away from Ricky, who was able to get his legs and feet in the right position to get himself up.

Whereupon he shook himself, trotted out of the corral, and had a nice long pee, then bent his head to graze on the nice green grass.

Silly boy.

At the other end of the scale was total cuteness. I’d taken my laundry hamper da kine to the laundry room and when it was empty, Kalakoa decided to jump into it. Ho da kewt!!