Horse Party at Our House

Aunt Betty sent out an e-mail titled the Cowboy Bible. The first truth was "Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong." We have personal experience with the first one. Last week Jeff stayed up to watch a movie and fell asleep on the couch. He woke up to thundering hooves and whinnies that sounded too close to home. He sat up and looked out the window just as three horses walked by. Thank goodness they weren’t ours. The neighbor's horses decided to have a party and invited themselves over. They were having a great time playing a game of "run and tease" with Skipper and Peanut along the fence line. Our horses were wanted nothing more than to be on the free side of the fence. So at 1am we’re all outside with the neighbor trying to capture the wild Comanche’s. I was in charge of looking down by the creek with a flashlight that needed batteries six months ago. Jeff and the neighbor ended up chasing them (in a pick-up) through the other neighbor’s field and finally got them back where they were supposed to be. I wouldn’t trade living in the country for anything.

PS: Jeff came home the other day with a cool flashlight for me… it’s a spot light and I can see clear to the back fence with it.