Becca is acting like she is dying. I KNOW she is in pain. She is not eating (when she thinks I'm looking) and is absolutely pouting. She stood for an hour while I hugged and rubbed her. Even though I know she is going to be fine, the sorrow in her face is getting to me. I want to make it better. NOW. My baby is hurting. It is funny how attached we get to our horses. It breaks my heart that she feels bad. She always was the Drama Queen. Speaking of my baby, this is her 15 years ago. What a doll!.jpg)
On another note, I ran into a friend of a friend this evening. It was another water moccassin about the same size as the one that was "euthanized" this morning. It has me a bit on edge. It was less than 20 feet from the one earlier. It was hiding in some leftover hay. So glad I found it and not Chunky Monkey.
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