One of those nights...

We had company over for Furry Husband's amazing and addicting red sauce the other night. One of them happened to be a wine geek just like Furry Husband. And that means bottle after bottle was shown and talked about and tasted... It was all great fun but the next day was a work day.

I was tired from staying up too late and having too much fun with friends and was so relieved to get home at the end of my day...

While I was changing out of my work clothes, Toe, my little dog, was on the bed doing his little conniption fit thing he does. He rolls around and makes these funny noises, I tug on his paws or rub his belly and he continues on with his "fit". It's a weird game we have - me encouraging him to have his "seizures".

While I was petting him, there was a sharp pain and my back went snap, crackle, pop. Seriously? My back is gonna go out just PETTING the dog?? It wasn't as bad as usual but... still... it's painful and really frustrating.

I finished changing and gimped outdoors with Furry Husband for chores. I had this powder supplement thing I wanted to give Rosso, one of the horses. He doesn't like it so I was trying to be creative - mixing the powder with applesauce while Furry was feeding them.

Only I didn't do this in my kitchen - I did it outside in the 20mph winds with single digit temps in the dark (yeah, not one of my brighter moments - I realize this) making a big ol' mess with glops of applesauce all over...

I haltered Rosso and tried to administer the stuff he doesn't like... mnyaa, mnyaa, mnyaaa - he stood for me chewing at the syringe and I was trying to plunge it, only the powder gummed it up so it wouldn't plunge so easily. His head is above mine and I managed to get most of it in his mouth.

SPLAT - a big wad of applesauce hit my face. And once the plunger was depressed fully? POOF - a blast o' powder that didn't get mixed in flew in my face, down my coat and into my clothes. Nice.

Next I take Spot out for milking. She stands on a wooden stanchion eating grain while I milk. Toe likes to watch me milk while the other dogs, who are riddled with herding genes, are busy bossing the horses thru the fence. I give Toe a couple squirts of milk on the stanchion. This night however, the milk I squirted for Toe was a leeettle too close to Spot's foot...

Once done lapping up the squirt of milk, Toe began licking Spot's hoof and leg. I saw it happen and I knew Spot wouldn't tolerate it but before I could grab the milk bucket, she had fussed, her foot was in the pail and I had milk spilled everywhere.

I let out a big ol' string of curse.....

Toe went running, Spot stood completely still in an "oh crap" sorta way....

I took a deep breath and calmly put Spot back in her pen. Furry Husband checked to make sure I was o.k. but wisely kept his distance. (I was all itchy from the powder down my coat and in my clothes, my back hurt, there was milk everywhere and I was tired from staying up way to late the night before)

I moved the stanchion to expose the spilled milk and called the dogs... all 3 stood politely at the door of the milk room wagging their tails - obviously having thoughts in the same vein as Furry Husband. "uh UH - we aren't comin' in there after all your loud angry words! You think we're stoopid?"

I dug down deep to find my happy voice - It's OK! C'mon! Clean it up! I left them to it while I went in to shower and find a quiet place to curl up with a good book. I think it was best not to tempt fate any more than I needed to.