As we approach daylight-savings (aka sleep-depriving) weekend, spring has arrived. I know the calendar says it’s been here for about ten days, and the blooming jonquils have been proclaiming it’s spring for even longer. But, from my perspective, spring arrived Tuesday. On a college campus, the harbinger of spring is the first visible navel, and I saw the season’s first belly button on Tuesday, so spring is here.
Have I ever mentioned that I love my horse? I woke up Saturday morning feeling like crap, which was hardly fair since I only had four beers Friday night. I had the usual Saturday morning discussion with myself about whether I wanted to drag my ass out of bed, with the Hell No faction presenting an even stronger than usual position. With the typical end-of-the-season frenzy, hunts were scheduled for Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. So there was no strong incentive to get up today; there were plenty of other opportunities at a more civilized time in the afternoon.
Well, actually, some of the pictures were far from perfect. But a couple of my cameras got a little bit of a workout this weekend. Saturday was the Lexington St. Patrick’s Day parade, as well as the second anniversary of the invasion of Iraq. And, of course, Sunday was a hunting day.
As previously mentioned, Arthur’s mood was a strong indication that his liver malady had been only temporary, and today’s blood test was hopefully going to be just a confirmation. I did have some minor worries about what I would do if the test showed continued problems that weren’t evident in his behavior. Worries are over; results are in and he passed!!! Have I ever mentioned that I love my horse?
We don’t need no stinkin blood test!! Arthur has an appointment with his vet Friday for a blood test, to see if his health looks as good on paper as he feels under saddle. He’s never seemed to have any sort of vet phobia before, but today he seemed determined to convince me that a blood test would just be a waste of time.
Have I ever mentioned that I love my horse? Well, I do. And today, love was put to the test. In a conflict between his best interests and my own selfish temptation, my love for him won, but it was a tough choice.