Return of Herself

It's been a wonderful four days. Marianne has waited on us hand and hoof, indulging our every whim and dispensing apples and carrots freely. The male human came home in the evening and took up the torch, loading our stalls with hay. We were nicely settled in for a good sleep last night when we saw lights coming down the driveway. Minutes later the barn lights seared our retinas and a horribly familiar voice said "It's me, I'm back, did you miss me?" The other three said polite hellos but I reeled back and wouldn't let her lay a hand on me. "Do I know you? I said. " What are your intentions? Have you made an appointment? She rolled her eyes and left.

You are probably wondering what she brought us from the equine thingy and you probably already have a good idea. It took her forever to unload the bags of dewormers that she purchased. There may be no dewormers left in the entire United States of America. She got us one bag of miniscule horse treats which she doles out like the overseer in the workhouse/orphanage patronized by Oliver Twist. Molly and Doc got a new girth and reins and that's it. She's nearly bankrupted herself in her manic quest for dewormer. We feel she needs some professional help on that front.

Today the tall woman showed up with kind words and treats in her pockets and a worming syringe behind her back. Our woman thinks we won't notice if someone else is weilding the weapon. We noticed. I know there is no point in resisting when these women have made up their minds to do something and bravely swallowed my dose and gritted my teeth. Jack was furious and made sure he dragged the tall woman around the aisle before she cunningly slipped the syringe in the side of his mouth.

Dr. Maggie phoned this evening to check on him and we all have high hopes that the worm poison will do it's work and help Jack derive full benefit from his food once more. The woman is to collect more evidence from his toilet area in two weeks and present it to Dr. Maggie. Typical of the sort of gift herself deems appropriate.

On the brighter side, the woman took many photos while she was away, including some of Willie the mule who won an extreme trail challenge there last year, a mammoth mule called Bess and several handsome mini donkeys. These donkeys take part in mock chariot races, which sounds interesting but not quite something in which I would partake. I'm a stickler for historical accuracy and feel a plastic rubbish bin with the back cut out to create a chariot is unseemly. As are grown men wearing the brush part of a push-broom on their head. It amused the humans but I'm not surprised.