City Boy’s Yard

There’s nothing quite like waking up in the morning to find a pile of fresh horse poo in the middle of your City Boy’s perfectly manicured lawn…

Unless, of course, it’s finding two piles…

So…where the heck have I been?  Cleaning  up horse poo.  No, really, I have.  For two full months I’ve been spending my days down in the county just south of us shoveling up the sweet smelling refuse of horses.  It’s been a blast, but a little time consuming.  And smelly.

Where did we leave off?  Oh, yes…the letter P.  I’d been dislodged from the top of my mustang, Sandy.  I hit the ground hard.  I was left with a huge black and blue bruise on my hip for weeks.  I was, of course, wearing my helmet so that by the time my head came into contact with the ground it was well covered and safe.

A couple of weeks ago I was in Sacramento, CA, for the Western States Mustang Challenge.  Sandy did well, far better than I’d expected.  Until he went lame, that is, and I scratched from the riding portion of the competition. If you’re one of those who follows along over at the Mustang Diaries, of course, you already know that City Boy adopted Sandy back for me and that he’s come home to live with us.

Now that we’re home and the competition is over, I no longer have to drive down south and trade cleaning up after horses in exchange for board and a dry place to ride.  This made me very happy.  That is, until this morning when a certain black mustang decided to take a joy trot around City Boy’s front yard…

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