tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post228224965343016640..comments2023-09-02T03:03:26.994-07:00Comments on Vet On The Edge: Life in the Fast LaneAKDDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10533003137934379516noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-69013254387083057962008-11-11T16:38:00.000-08:002008-11-11T16:38:00.000-08:00I have never been a groom at a stable but we do ha...I have never been a groom at a stable but we do have two (almost three!) horses of our own that require daily grooming, picking stalls and feet, etc. It is intensely satisfying for me to make sure my animals are clean, well kept and comfortable. <BR/><BR/>Your post was .very. well written, bringing all the hustle and bustle to life. <BR/><BR/>I also found Superman to be hiliarous.Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17685436243608973979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-2544221844253090162008-11-10T21:29:00.000-08:002008-11-10T21:29:00.000-08:00Mmm. Good times!What's the old saying...? somethin...Mmm. Good times!<BR/><BR/>What's the old saying...? something about how the outside of a horse is good for the inside of a man....?AKDDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10533003137934379516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-5154284717597054072008-11-10T08:25:00.000-08:002008-11-10T08:25:00.000-08:00Great story again. I have owned one horse. He wa...Great story again. <BR/>I have owned one horse. He was old. He taught me to calf rope and bull dog. He loved being messed with. Had him in a stable in Tulsa for my senior year of High School and I would go get him and ride to school just because. When it was cold, I would go out to the stable and just day dream while messing with him. He was so old he slept laying down a lot so many times I would curl up next to his belly and sleep the night there.e18blDragon43https://www.blogger.com/profile/10300731439715496511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-51448628645088514022008-11-09T14:50:00.000-08:002008-11-09T14:50:00.000-08:00Yeah, I remember that kinda thing - I was never qu...Yeah, I remember that kinda thing - I was never quite that gung-ho for barn work, though I do remember enjoying helping (in my small way) with the family horses (and sheep) in Colorado. I think playing on the hay stack had a lot to do with that, though - including the time I wound up tangled in the fence, upside down, from the top rail. ;-)<BR/><BR/>I also recall fondly handling random chores for our sister at her place in San Dimas, when I could get some time away from the submarine. Not the same as full time grooming - not even remotely - but enough that I can grasp the pleasures the job brings. It's simple but demanding work, and the horses are (largely) quietly grateful for the things you do. Much more so than people are, usually.MaskedManhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01847118110075039840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-50210477750131621222008-11-09T13:35:00.000-08:002008-11-09T13:35:00.000-08:00Pam, thanks for visiting - I'm glad you had fun, a...Pam, thanks for visiting - I'm glad you had fun, and stop by any time!<BR/><BR/>GG, how nice are you? (And those people on your blog who commented). Thanks! I'm quite flattered to be thought of in the same mental breath as Herriot! <BR/>And:<BR/>Oh, yeah... we get the Tricki Woo experiences quite often. These are largely dear and/or hilarious (and sometimes both touching and somewhat delicious, as I have clients who are inclined to bring me home-made goodies - jam, smoked salmon, bread, cookies, hot buttered rum mix, Bailey's-style Irish Cream, what have you...) 95% of my clients are talented and generous and totally wonderful to work with. The other 5% are - um - different. Sometimes hilarious, sometimes aggravating, but different. However, lots of good stories to be had there.AKDDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10533003137934379516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-68880835168745466292008-11-09T09:49:00.000-08:002008-11-09T09:49:00.000-08:00Yes I do remember that one and you may not have ha...Yes I do remember that one and you may not have had something that hilarious happen to you...yet...but I bet you've had a few Tricki Woo experiences. I decided to get my James Herriot books down off the shelf and read them again last night. The one I liked was when he had to swing the dog over his head and his little boy happened to be in the exam room and was laughing his head off every time the dog swung around. <BR/>And I think you are every bit as good as Herriot so don't sell yourself short. Look at a couple of the comments on my blog.goatgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05753367360714853700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-67827532607621331132008-11-09T07:58:00.000-08:002008-11-09T07:58:00.000-08:00I enjoyed your story so much. I am around muck and...I enjoyed your story so much. <BR/>I am around muck and stuff like that all day here, but no SuperMan. Just Jack the donkey and he only has eyes for Belle the cow. <BR/><BR/>I saw your site mentioned at Goatgirl's Life beyond the sidewalks blog and just had to check it out. Really had a good visit.<BR/>Have a great day.<BR/>PamAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-64744179298487918642008-11-09T06:35:00.000-08:002008-11-09T06:35:00.000-08:00Heh! I know that feeling, in a different way. I wa...Heh! I know that feeling, in a different way. I was barn manager of a hack barn for a while. There were 15 stalls to muck out, maybe 45 or so horses (some school horses, some boarders). I got to ride for free at that job, and I did; but when I was grooming, I really didn't feel like picking out four more feet and brushing up one more horse after I was done for the day (having just done four horses, twice, which makes 32 feet picked out...!). I got my horse fix from the ground, then, and though I did miss riding, I wasn't jonesing.AKDDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10533003137934379516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-14065405524920491652008-11-09T05:17:00.000-08:002008-11-09T05:17:00.000-08:00I worked at a trail riding barn with 24 horses. We...I worked at a trail riding barn with 24 horses. We had to go in the morning, get them all fed, and groomed and tacked up before the first morning ride. <BR/><BR/>It was a great job - I loved the constant motion of it. I also loved being out on the trail, showing people how awesome it was to ride on a horse through the woods. <BR/><BR/>I know live on a farm and feed 12 horses everyday. I don't get to ride or do as much as I did when I worked at the trail barn as my full time job. I miss that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-33680506790886309562008-11-08T21:53:00.000-08:002008-11-08T21:53:00.000-08:00MG, being a groom is on of those things that most ...MG, being a groom is on of those things that most people don't understand the appeal of. But once you've done it... you'll never forget the myraid pleasures of it, IMO. BTW, I've been enjoying the photos and stories on your blog.<BR/><BR/>GG, I visited your blog, too - you have the cutest goats EVER! Nice photos and stories, too - love the pic of the foliage. And thx for the comparison to James Herriot - not that I think I'm that good, but I LOVED his books. D'you remember the one where he went with some dour Scottish vet on a farm call and ended up wearing the rubber outfit? I laughed so hard I cried when I read that one! Nothing quite THAT hilarious ever happens to me. Darn it.AKDDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10533003137934379516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-88294878832503333312008-11-08T21:17:00.000-08:002008-11-08T21:17:00.000-08:00Another great story. My best friend was a groom at...Another great story. My best friend was a groom at a local track in the Seattle area. She has the same fond memories...except for the whacking part:)<BR/>Anyway please check out my blog when you get a chance. I mentioned your blog, if that's ok.goatgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05753367360714853700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-15706121008175134842008-11-08T19:33:00.000-08:002008-11-08T19:33:00.000-08:00Your post brought me back to two years ago when I ...Your post brought me back to two years ago when I was a groom in a dressage barn. Those old feelings of the first sounds of the morning when sliding open the barn door before the sun came up... pouring grain... throwing hay... horses crunching; the smells of pure horse and clean tack and fresh hay and new shavings; the satisfaction of tired muscles after a day of baling hay and chipping out frozen manure and hot-walking warmbloods... god I miss it. I've been horseless now for 20 months and not a day goes by that I don't ache to be back at the barn. <BR/><BR/>Thank you for putting your experience into such a wonderful post!Haley Pouloshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15928250004651744818noreply@blogger.com