Temper, temper
Posted: Wednesday 4 May, 2011
I was picking out Smokey's feet last evening; he wasn't being very co-operative because he thought Sheba was eating all the hay and it was the end of a trying day. Tess, our collie, was sneaking in and out of the paddock and running around Smokey's legs, which wasn't helping.
I told her several times to "get out"; the hundredth time she sneaked back in, I threw the hoofpick at her. Dan told me off and said I could have caught her in the eye - which I suppose is possible but a) she was skedaddling and b) I have a rotten aim, especially when in a strop.
Anyway, "plop" the hoofpick fell in the drainage ditch. Our neighbour's septic tank soaks away there, so the hoofpick is effectively gone. Serves me right, I suppose, now I've had to purchase a new one, so all my pocket money is gone :-)
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claire
I didn't think septic tanks were meant to soak away into waterways??
Rosemary
It is indeed, but Tina at Total Horsemanship sent me a new one pdq :-)
You wouldn't get away with it now, but these are old houses :-)
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claire
Thursday 5 May, 2011 at 10:55pm
ach...I hope it wasn't the nice wooden brushy one like the one you got me??