The days lately have been sunny but the temperatures have remained firmly entrenched in deepest winter. Jack and I have a collection of sunning spots that are quite pleasant if the wind does not spring up from the west and seek us out, slicing through to our very skin. When that happens, we usually ask the woman if we can go back in the barn.
Last week was just such a mixture of weather elements. This time the woman came out of the tack room with Jack's blue plaid blanket in hand. She told us that the sun was good for us and that, snug in his blanket, Jack would be comfortable outdoors. I refuse to wear clothing and that is that - she knows better than to argue. She proceeded to strap Jack into said blanket, working away on buckles and straps and moving from front to back. He says it makes him look like " a loominum siding salesman" but does agree it's warm and toasty in there.
We other three watched the process, Doc and I with mild interest, Molly with growing agitation. She finally had had enough and strode over, grasped the top of Jack's blanket and tried to shake him out. She was soundly told off by the woman. She waited until the woman had finished blanket installation and was trudging off to the barn and then she went over and picked him up off the ground in another attempt to eject him from his clothing. The woman was furious.
Molly went over and touched the back of Doc's blanket and then went back to Jack with her ears pinned and grabbed the tail flap, shaking it vigourously from side to side. Jack said he was starting to get motion sickness. The woman finally clued in - Molly wanted her own blanket. Accompanied by eye rolling and deep sighs, she fetched out one of Doc's spare blankets and put it on a very smug Molly. Problem solved. Molly has no particular dislike for Jack, she just wanted her own winter apparel. The downside is that she has the heaviest natural winter coat know to horsekind and was quickly a tad warm in the red jacket. Now she just wears it on the really bitter days and she seems quite happy with that. Honestly, I live in a mad house.
There is already talk of the second annual Sheaffer birthday/tea party /fundraiser for PrimRose in May. I must begin planning my wardrobe. I certainly won't leave it up to Herself or I'll be dressed as a pink bunny, or the Mad Hatter or worse, an infant donkey with diaper and rattle. I wouldn't put anything past her.