Our heatwave finally broke, and we had a couple days of cooler temperatures, punctuated by violent, scattered storms. North Aurora - where both Sage and I live - was in the bullseye on Wednesday. We were treated to an hour of strong winds, heavy rain and hail. No damage was done, but it was intense and more than a little bit scary.
Karen was already there when I arrived at the barn the next morning. She had a halter on Kaffi's head and was heading out. I asked her where she was going, and she said, "The retention pond is actually a pond. We're going to go look at it."
Of course, I asked if Sage and I could tag along.
Of course, she said yes.
Sage was a little surprised to see water where water had never been before, but being the brave, curious girl she is, her first instinct was to investigate.
She marched right in and started pawing.
We all know what pawing in water is a precursor to, right?
Yep, there it is.
Merhorse.
After Sage and I were thoroughly soaked, we made our way to other, drier side of the pond.
These drains are always an issue for horses who aren't used to them. Sage did go across several times, but it was a little lively, and I wasn't able to take pictures.
Thank you, Karen, not just for the excellent game plan, but also, for encouraging me to wade in and get my feet wet.
It's been a long time since I played in puddles. That was so much fun!









I thought you were going to say Mudhorse. Merhorse is so much more graceful and loving. And now you're both cooler.
ReplyDeleteTruthfully, there really wasn't any mud at all. She came out of that water sparkling clean.
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