Day 3...

Day 3:

Katherine decided not to come today in order to rest before her soccer game. Both of our backs hurt like hell: lots of heavy lifting.

There's a barn cat named Chester here. I'm learning that all of the names are very clever. All of the horses that come in without trimmed hooves are named after shoe designers, like Armani and Gucci. And a whole group of horses from Texas are named after Texan things "Tex" and "Houston" and "Austin".

Since the barn was short handed today, I got to go down and work at the quarantine stables for the first time. There are specific tools for each horse, not because they are sick, but usually because they are new and unknown, personality and ailment wise, to the staff. There is an adorable family of warmbloods down there (that make the biggest mess). It's made up of a stallion, mare, and foal. There is also another bull headed stallion down there, (soon to be gelded), a miniature named Gucci, and a massive dun Percheron who's old and currently going blind with a severe case of cataracts. The Percheron came in weighing around 900 pounds. 1000 is the average weight for a lean race horse, and 2000 is the average weight of a draft horse like a Percheron. She is currently up to 1200 pounds in 5 months, incredible progress.