Then Gem, Eeyore and Hamilton were found running amok last weekend at o dark thirty. The pasture gate was wide open. The last person to close it was the Hubs so I blamed him for not paying attention and leaving the gate open.
Well….I was getting ready for work this morning and received the following text from the Hubby…
|Yes, Hubs calls Hamilton Hamstring. It is better than what he calls Eeyore.|
I had left the horses in the barn overnight to give them a break from the cold downpour that had started in the afternoon and was slated not to end until this afternoon. I know that stall was closed and latched.
Guess I owe both Hamilton and Hubby an apology.