Jennasis
DIS life goes on
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Ewwwwwwwwww! I had just finished teaching for the evening (horseback riding lessons) and was helping my student put her horse away when I noticed that DH hadn't brought Phantom (my horse) and one of the other ponies in for dinner yet from the pasture. So I went and grabbed them as they waited anxiously by the gate for me since all of their pasture mates had already been brought into the barn. When I grabbed Phantom's halter and made my way to the barn I almost immediately noticed an awful smell, like burnt popcorn/burning rubber. I thought for a split second that the house or barn was on fire! It was terrible! I threw thepony in his stall and turned to Phantom who stared at me rather pitifully...and then I realized the smell was coming from his face!
I smelled his nose and there it was...overpowering! That burning rubber/popcorn/coffee smell. I called DH over and said "Smell him!"...DH did and said "must've been sprayed by a skunk."
Now we are really not country folk. Sure we live on a horse farm in a pretty rural part of NC, but I was born and raised on Long Island, about 45 minutes from NYC! Varmints just aren't my thing! I laughed so hard. My poor horse. There is no way he'll let me wash his head with tomato juice. What the heck do I do? Luckily I am taking a client to the vet tomoroow. I'll ask him. I tried to picture my horse innocently going over to investigate this stranger in his pasture, only to be punished by the "business end" of the black and white intruder! No wonder he was last to come in...the other horses probably wouldn't let him stand at the gate with them.
Gross!
I smelled his nose and there it was...overpowering! That burning rubber/popcorn/coffee smell. I called DH over and said "Smell him!"...DH did and said "must've been sprayed by a skunk."
Now we are really not country folk. Sure we live on a horse farm in a pretty rural part of NC, but I was born and raised on Long Island, about 45 minutes from NYC! Varmints just aren't my thing! I laughed so hard. My poor horse. There is no way he'll let me wash his head with tomato juice. What the heck do I do? Luckily I am taking a client to the vet tomoroow. I'll ask him. I tried to picture my horse innocently going over to investigate this stranger in his pasture, only to be punished by the "business end" of the black and white intruder! No wonder he was last to come in...the other horses probably wouldn't let him stand at the gate with them.
Gross!


Poor guy! Poor you! 
