This is usually what mornings look like around here. A mess.
After breakfast I open all the stall doors, but nobody leaves. The vacumn cleaners get right to work, cleaning up all the dropped hay in the isleway while I clean stalls. They make for great little suck machines. They run in and out of eachother's stalls looking for any morsal left behind.
Timmy of course, just has to plop it down right there in the middle, underfoot and take a good old roll.
Chrissy stops to eat the kitty.
I have asked her to please stop doing that.
Then Timmy makes it out of the barn to go find his best playmate, Merry Beth.
Merry Beth is Timmy's favorite play-toy and they have been pretty much inseparatable from the get-go.
"Are you tickelish under here Merry Beth?"
And then he doesn't quit......I have told him a thousand times.......
"Timmy, get down! " But that is how they usually are found. Sometimes I go and just knock him off, but then he's right back up.
Yup, they stay like this pretty much all day. What can I say, she loves him.
After breakfast I open all the stall doors, but nobody leaves. The vacumn cleaners get right to work, cleaning up all the dropped hay in the isleway while I clean stalls. They make for great little suck machines. They run in and out of eachother's stalls looking for any morsal left behind.
Timmy of course, just has to plop it down right there in the middle, underfoot and take a good old roll.
Chrissy stops to eat the kitty.
I have asked her to please stop doing that.
Then Timmy makes it out of the barn to go find his best playmate, Merry Beth.
Merry Beth is Timmy's favorite play-toy and they have been pretty much inseparatable from the get-go.
"Are you tickelish under here Merry Beth?"
And then he doesn't quit......I have told him a thousand times.......
"Timmy, get down! " But that is how they usually are found. Sometimes I go and just knock him off, but then he's right back up.
