Rosemary the whole time had been running around and calling, so afterwards we hosed her off.
Up next was Comrade, who was just as inclined to stay still as Roscoe. His tail was so dirty it needed two washings.
Rain was forecasted and the horse would be in for the night. After both the wet boys had rolled in their stalls, I took a chance and put them out.
4am came way too fast and it was still raining. We picked up Peggy and went to the barn. Fed all the horses, turned out the four staying behind and loaded the last items into the trailer. Both the boys loaded great.
|Roscoe and Sec. A stallion|
Not long after Roscoe finished his classes the rain started in earnest. The boys went back on the trailer. By this time Comrade was loading himself. We watched a few more classes, then took cover in the truck. We had a lot of classes left to go before Comrade's. The temperature had dropped into the lower forties and there was no end in sight for the rain. Peggy recommended packing it in and going home. I held out another few classes, because Peggy would lose the money she paid for the classes. In the end, I decided to scratch. We still had the drive home and stalls to clean, so an earlier day had much appeal.
So, except for a temper tantrum by Roscoe and a half torn apart breast bar by Comrade mixed with rain the day went well. I told Roscoe's breeder she has her work cut out for her when she shows him next month. Roscoe really should be in Wales where they appreciate attitude and airs above ground in the show ring :)