To Be Done

I've just come home for the night. The dog is already settled; his front legs don't prance as high when I come in after nine pm. It's like he has already not been surprised by an early arrival so who gives a shit when I come home late? The house feels warm and it smells spicy like Casey is cooking Spanish rice.

Tomorrow we are going to do a rotational deworming on all of the horses. They are on a program called Preventicare through pfizer and are supplied with daily strongid dewormer plus 2 rotations of Ivermectin paste positioned in the spring and fall. The little bot eggs (they look like tiny yellow burrs ont he the longish hairs of the legs and armpits) have been appearing for about a month, so it is time to dose the horses with their ivermectin. I am reviewing the weights of all of the horses enrolled in the program. Paste dewormer is fed in a tube with a weight dosing guide. I have one pony who weighs three-hundred pounds and another who weighs eight-hundred so Ican use the same tube for both since it contains enough paste for a twelve-hundred and fifty pound horse. It's a minor pain in the ass but certainly less wasetfull and that is key to success in the horse industry.

I still havn't gotten the blankets over to the farm; half of them are dirty in my garage still (they were taking forever to get clean and even longer to dry), but the nights are getting cooler and it's time. The flies have quieted. The cobwebs have been vacuumed. The horses are going out for both the warmish day and coolish night. There has been frost on my little civic three mornings in a row.