The Ruts We Find Ourselves In
So lately I have felt like I have fallen into a rut with Malibu. Last Friday, I had cleaned stalls all morning after getting back in Troy from Florida. I had caught Malibu early and stuck her in a stall so I didn't have to go in search of her when I was done. Well, I finally got all 8 stalls cleaned and 8 horses had been on the hot walker when I tied Malibu on the side of the barn where I always tie her. I had just put the last horse in her stall when I realized an empty shavings bag was flying down the aisle due to the wind (towards Malibu). I quickly ran trying to get Malibu to calm down, but of course she set back, ripped the board off of the barn, and went running with it flying behind her. She ran until she got the board and lead rope caught around a tree (thank God). I think she either would have run until she got across the road and was gone forever or broken a leg in the process. Thankfully I got to her and got her calmed down and she just looked like she skinned the hair o