We animals have had a busy week, supervising the woman and trying to help out any way we can. She says we're a pack of interfering busy bodies but of course that's just the heat and humidity talking. We know that in her heart of hearts, she is really most appreciative and all the expletives are in fact her roundabout way of thanking us.
Doc helped out by grabbing one piece of baler twine which resulted in an avalanche of newly stacked hay bales. They piled up against the gate, which he says makes it far easier for her to reach. By sheer coincidence, we are also able to browse on it freely, but of course that was merely a secondary effect. The woman has turned it around and says it wasn't a good deed but an act of vandalism. She really very paranoid sometimes.
Then she scrubbed out our water trough and left the hose in it to refill. Doc says he was merely moving the hose aside with his teeth so he could have a drink and that's how he came to inadvertantly aim it into the tack room. It took the woman awhile to realize what had happened and when she rushed to grab the hose, it was snaking around in a lively fashion and she got soaked. You'd think she'd appreciate a cool shower in this weather, but noooo. She looked quite demented, hair standing on end, streaks of barn filth running off her person and shouting and gesticulating wildly. This can't be good for her - I think she needs to try meditation.
Jack and I got in trouble when we were helping to clean up the loose hay in the barn aisle. We tried to slide a water bucket aside and it tipped into a bag of powder she spreads on the wet spots in our stalls. The powder is called Stable Boy and it got quite damp and clumpy and the bottom of the bag dissolved. We were prompty expelled, though it was obviously an accident.
Molly felt she should contribute by leaning into the tack room and tidying up the window sill. Her head emerged draped with some cobwebs and with a sticky strip for catching flies stuck to her nose. She tried to wipe it off on her leg and the resulting gluey mess of goo and dead flies somehow got all over her and the woman who tried to remove the thing. Now the woman was soaking wet, filthy and covered in dead flies and goo. She was beginning to look apoplectic, so we left and she staggered off to the house.
Despite her hostile nature, we will remain steadfast in our efforts to help. I wish she'd stop saying the road to hell is paved with good intentions.