Sounds'f hooves thunderin' 'cross the pasture, the clangin' 'f metal 'n those shrill screams that can only mean one thingy 'round these parts ~ A jail break!
The red pup 'twas doin' his job 'f soundin' the alarm, the others joined'n, jest to make certain I'd not gone deaf. Nearly killed myself, trippin' o'er water hoses 'n misplaced rocks (the hubs calls 'em steppin' stones) to race to the pasture. 's I rounded the corner, do ya reckon what I witnessed? 'sides huge clouds 'f dust 'n hoofs flyin'?
Mr. Whiskey, studly fella that he'd be, stuck 'top the 6' fence with Ms. Skyler'n the other side....'n heat, wavin' herself 'round like a true floozy. 'bout that time, Ms. Sweet Girl went racin' by, head held high with only a power she possesses. Mr. Rocky 'twas most 'pset o'er Mr. Whiskey tryin' to breed what he considers to be one'f his 'girls'. He 'twas screamin', hollerin', rearin', buckin' 'n takin' his frustrations out'n Ms. Dancer. Bless her ol' soul, I dunno how she puts'p with 'im, honest. I hollered 't that youngster to knock't off 'n surprisin'ly he obliged. I'm doin' a quick scan'f the place to see who else might be'n a walk 'bout. (okay...runabout)
Mr. Cisco 'twas jest hidin' out'n his shed. That fella aint fond'f this sorta hoopla. His sweet face, with a desperate look, 'twas peekin' round the edge 'f his barn when he heard my voice. 'pon further eyeballin', I noticed those 2 raunchy mares (Ms. Skyler 'n Ms. Sweet Girl) 'd taken out 4 sections 'f their corral. Such 'twas partially layin' 'pon 't's side whilst the rest hung precariously 't 'bout a 90 degree angle. 'tis amazin' neither suffered a leg injury...'r worse.
I called the hubs 'n told him to get his fanny home p.d.q. (that'd be purty danged quick) 'n he informed me such 'twas impossible. Ya know, coz somebody's gotta make a livin' these days'n he 'twas meetin' with important folks'n a job site. Menfolk, ne'er there when ya need 'em 'n then wonder why ya rarely e'er e'en ask...
I'd gathered'p Ms. Sweet Girl, but'd no where's to put her whilst tryin' to get Ms. Skyler 'way from Mr. Whiskey 'n off the top 'f the fence. (sorry, no pics 'f this feat 's I'd jest not the time!) I debated 'n runnin' back to the hacienda 'n grabbin' the new neighbors number off the fridge. Nah, I'd no doubt that more trouble'd ensue, so I rang a gal down the road. She aint'n the best 'f health neither, so's I asked if'n any'f her young'uns happened to be 'round. The stars musta been aligned jest so, coz her eldest daughter 'twas there.
The neighbor entertained Ms. Sweet Girl whilst her daughter'n I dismantled 'n reattached corral panels. Such required wire cutters 'n that good ol' bailin' twine. I miss the wire we used to get, but those strings do come'n handy! With that young'uns help we'd got'er done purty quick. I went 'n fetched Ms. Skyler, which really 'pset Mr. Whiskey somethin' fierce. Not much the poor fella could do 'bout 't though, coz he 'twas still stuck 'top the fence. Kinda reminded me 'f those teeter-totters back when I 'twas a young'un. He'd try to lunge the rest'f the way o'er the fence 'n he'd jest rock back'n forth 'nstead.
He 'twas a bit more'f a challenge. No way to dismantle what he 'twas 'top without destroyin' the fence 'n possibly gettin' him 'n us injured'n the process. We each grabbed a front leg 'n counted to 3 - heave! Miracles 'f miracles we managed to get his front legs 'n torso back o'er 'n he went gallopin' off'n a huff. No injuries to 'im either...'cept his pride. I thanked the neighbors 'n they headed out.
'bout that time, a skunk went waltzin' by the red pups domicile (reckon 't wanted to meet the folks down the road?) 'n he startled 't. Yepperz, that sucker sprayed like the dickens, givin' all 3 pups a most lovely aroma 'n a faint yellow hue to their coats. Got the pups bathed (white vinegar, dawn dish soap 'n bakin soda) 'n to where's one could stand to be 'round 'em.
Sweat covered me from head to toe. Y'ad thought I'd been caught'n a downpour fully clothed. Those suckers were stuck to me like glue. I got'n the house, flipped a fan'n high, figurin' to wait 'til such dried 'nough to peel 'em off. Heck, I'd do the dishes I'd not the time to tend from that morn. SURPRISE!! No water. Noperz, nary a drop. Jest a hoarse gurglin' sound from that ol' faucet. Thankfully such occurred after the pups were de-scented.
I'd already called the hubs'n let 'im know the horses were tended, no serious damage done. Imagine his surprise when I rang 'im 'gain. {gigglin'}
I felt purty danged good 'bout my accomplishments 'f the day. Decided to name the skunk Henry. When the hubs got home that eve, he found ants'd built a nest'n our wells switch box. Poor souls'd not the knowledge that electricity kills. Reckon I could'a gone bold, melted some chocolate 'n poured o'er 'em 'n called such a delicacy? Nah!
Most folks'd be horrified by such a start to their day. Fer me, 'twas a flashback 'f the 'olden days' when I'd spend 10-12 hours a day out with the herd, tendin' to their needs, doin' some trainin'/ridin', checkin' fences 'n cows... 'twas downright invigoratin'! Felt more 'live'n I've felt'n some years. Almost normal! Oh, 'n I got me a shower, so's all smelled 's fresh's newly cut hay.
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