What shall I do next? Pudd'n is already at grammy's house and I just got back from the stables. I wanted to say I had a nice relaxing ride, but that did not happen. Kirby was hell bent on being a fucktard. I did not have the combination for the office, so I could not get the decent bridle to use on Kirby. Becky took the day off for the holiday. Kirby thought it would be fun to freak out at absolutly nothing, fucker. Then Jack kept stopping on trail right in FRONT of Kirby. I swear he was begging to be stepped on! Dumbass! Goat puppy gave me a few gray hairs too. After we got done, I met one of the other horse ladies at the park. She has a Newfie puppy about Goat Puppy's age, we were hoping they'd play. It was fun to watch them, but Goat Puppy was tired out from trail. I ended up just turning Kip out and cleaning his stall. I didn't feel like arguing with him. Tomorrow I'll have a better ride.
Now what to do? Laundry? Dishes? read? go shopping? The possibilites are endless!