~Calling the former owner of my Quarter horse filly, Rio, and finding out that one of the vaccines I ordered (the $20 one) was probably the wrong one and giving it would be more complicated than originally anticipated (as in boosters and length of time and different directions on when and how).
~Sticking a needle as long as my finger into my horse's neck, filling her full of West Nile (hopefully enough of it went into her, not any into me as I tried to get the bubbles out. If I die soon, everybody will know why.) :) While waiting for me to alcohol swab her neck, she turned and gently shut her mouth on my arm (actually she only got my sleeve). I think she wanted to find out what would happen, since she hasn't done that in a long while. She found out. And of course was perfect when the needle went in. Go figure.
~Googling where to vaccinate a horse and deciding I did it wrong (what would cause me to check it out afterwards? Like if I did inject it into a blood vessel it's not coming out now! And good thing she didn't go into anaphylactic shock - I'm not sure if human epinephrine pens work on horses...)
~Throwing hay out for my horse's supper, turning around and realizing she's decided to head out through the open barn door, straight for our German Shepherd, spring grass, and freedom. Which looked so good she actually ignored the grain bucket frantically rattling behind her. Thankfully, while pictures of her running away, getting hit by a car, running into something, etc. are flying before me, God had my dad walk out the front door. Not a horse person, he sometime finds himself in the middle of my problems more than he probably enjoys! :) (My dad, I mean.) So he put the dog away (not sure how long my "Gunnar!" in a you-better-not-move-or-else hiss would have held our German Shepherd on the porch), and got me the halter and lead, which I had left in the barn. Finally she realized I had grain and got close enough for me to grab her mane. Which I held onto for dear life until my dad came around with her halter.
~Making a temporary fence for Rio (so she can eat some of that new grass), complete with rusty old wire stretching across the yard to connect it to her regular electric fence, and shocking myself like crazy trying to adjust it after it was turned on.
~Going out in the rain after my bedtime to bring in a wet horse who hates the sound of rain on the barn roof. (Try finding a black horse in a pasture in the woods when there is no moon or stars. Good thing she was expecting her bedtime snack.) But first I had to clean the stall, which I hadn't done since last time it rained. After giving her water and food, I tried drying her off a little with an extremely dirty, pink, horse-drying towel. She doesn't enjoy that much, so she's still pretty wet.
~If she doesn't die from the vaccination, colic from the green grass, get a cold from the rain, cast herself in her stall, or go crazy from the rain on the roof, and if I don't die from giving the vaccination, get tetanus from the rusty wire I've been messing with, go into convulsions from my electro-shock therapy, or from fright at her escaping, I can go do it all again tomorrow!
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