A rose by any other name ...

Did I say in an earlier blog, "Yay I don't have to get up at 5:30 anymore and Vern will help me with turn out"?  What I should have said was, "Yay I don't have to get up at 5:30."

Lily checking out the dirt

Morning surprise:  Barley smells like honey even though his stall is completely trashed.

Morning smile:  All the horses checking out Vern's piles of sand in the paddocks

Ben and Barley. Kingsley is around back

Wow my car stinks ! Maybe its me !
I need a sniff test.  I need to ask my girlfriends to tell me if I stink like a horse because the dam odour gets on ya and in ya.  If I spend enough time in the barn, like everyday, HA!,  it becomes normal.  Its hard to keep that smell out of the house.

I've told this story before but I will tell it here again.  Two years ago, I went to a Christmas card making class.  We were paired up and I had a real nice young woman to work with.  As we were starting to work together, she says, "You know, I smell horse". OH NO!  Without realizing that odour was so pervasive, I had worn the same running shoes that I had been tromping around in the barn in!   Now, having learned my lesson the embarrassing way, I never wear nice shoes to the barn and change my clothes as soon as I get in the door at home.  My car, on the other hand ...