AppyLover2
Well-Known Member
A friend sent this to me and I thought of you ladies when I read it.
"Are you waiting for that equine bundle of joy to arrive? Here's a tongue-in-cheek account of one horse-person's foal night-watch:
10:00 Gather sleeping bag, alarm clock, and three old horse magazines and head for
the barn.
10:01 Return to house for bag of chips and 32 ounce Diet Pepsi
10:10 Back to barn. Flashlight goes out halfway there. Figure I can make if from
memory. Pat faithful ranch dog's head as he pants and slobbers alongside me.
10:11 Suddenly remember I have no ranch dog!
10:11 Run screaming to the house. Change flashlight batteries. Change underwear.
Return to barn.
10:15 Establish foal-watch headquarters.
10:16 Enter broodmare's stall for the 5,687th time.
10:16 Broodmare flattens ears for the 5,687th time.
10:19 Return to headquarters and squirm into sleeping bag.
11:18 Finally fall asleep.
11:19 Alarm goes off.
11:20 Peek through peephole. Broodmare flattens ears.
11:21 Reset alarm clock and flick off lights.
11:23 Flick on light. Realize 32 ounce Diet Pepsi was a mistake.
11:24 Run to house.
11:29 Walk back to barn.
11:30 One last check of broodmare through peephole. Ears pinned.
11:41 Check peephole. Mare is lying down.
11:42 Enter broodmare's stall carrying "Ye Olde Foaling Manual", 3 pounds of rags,
and iodine.
11:42 Mare breaks wind and gets up - ears pinned.
11:43 Return to sleeping bag and flick off light.
12:29 Fall asleep.
12:31 Alarm goes off.
12:32 Peek through peephole. Broodmare fine. Can't see ears. Assume pinned.
12:33 Back to sleeping bag.
12:39 Leg cramp.
12:40 Leg cramp gone.
1:10 Fall asleep.
1:39 Alarm goes off. Sleep through it.
6:30 Wake up. Glance at clock. Attempt to leap from bed. Crawl to peephole. See
two sets of pinned ears!!"
"Are you waiting for that equine bundle of joy to arrive? Here's a tongue-in-cheek account of one horse-person's foal night-watch:
10:00 Gather sleeping bag, alarm clock, and three old horse magazines and head for
the barn.
10:01 Return to house for bag of chips and 32 ounce Diet Pepsi
10:10 Back to barn. Flashlight goes out halfway there. Figure I can make if from
memory. Pat faithful ranch dog's head as he pants and slobbers alongside me.
10:11 Suddenly remember I have no ranch dog!
10:11 Run screaming to the house. Change flashlight batteries. Change underwear.
Return to barn.
10:15 Establish foal-watch headquarters.
10:16 Enter broodmare's stall for the 5,687th time.
10:16 Broodmare flattens ears for the 5,687th time.
10:19 Return to headquarters and squirm into sleeping bag.
11:18 Finally fall asleep.
11:19 Alarm goes off.
11:20 Peek through peephole. Broodmare flattens ears.
11:21 Reset alarm clock and flick off lights.
11:23 Flick on light. Realize 32 ounce Diet Pepsi was a mistake.
11:24 Run to house.
11:29 Walk back to barn.
11:30 One last check of broodmare through peephole. Ears pinned.
11:41 Check peephole. Mare is lying down.
11:42 Enter broodmare's stall carrying "Ye Olde Foaling Manual", 3 pounds of rags,
and iodine.
11:42 Mare breaks wind and gets up - ears pinned.
11:43 Return to sleeping bag and flick off light.
12:29 Fall asleep.
12:31 Alarm goes off.
12:32 Peek through peephole. Broodmare fine. Can't see ears. Assume pinned.
12:33 Back to sleeping bag.
12:39 Leg cramp.
12:40 Leg cramp gone.
1:10 Fall asleep.
1:39 Alarm goes off. Sleep through it.
6:30 Wake up. Glance at clock. Attempt to leap from bed. Crawl to peephole. See
two sets of pinned ears!!"