Another week behind us, and it was a good one, if I remember correctly. After I shook off the light fog of mild depression, I think everything looked rosy again.
Today, of course, we had our usual Sunday breakfast in town with our friends. Gary left early to supervise/facilitate his horse getting a massage!
We didn’t get a photo of the horse getting a massage, but this is Bud, who was the happy recipient. Gary says that the animal seemed to enjoy the treatment very much, and the horse massage therapist felt that it really loosened some stiffness in Bud’s muscles and joints. Bud certainly looked very relaxed when I got home!
Gary reminds me that his riding horse is now about 21 years old. I don’t know where the time goes; Bud was only 4 when Gary bought him, and has become a fun and respectful addition to our family.
It’s rather quiet at the Pet Hostel for the moment. Guests are Tilly, Duke, Patchy, Sandy, Kelef & Squeaker, and the parrot, Max. Most of the visiting pets are on some form of medication for various chronic ailments or minor acute problems: they arrived with their own medical regimes to which I must adhere. I’m equal to the task.