OK. So I took a little time off. It’s hard for me to tear myself away from all that summer grass in order to dictate my blog to my friend Chewbakka the cat. (You didn’t think that I typed up my blog, did you? That would require a gigantic keyboard made for hooves. LOL!)

Last Saturday was a big day: not only did the farrier come to trim our hooves, but we also got a mouthful of dewormer paste (yuck!). I don’t care that the packaging says “apple-flavored”, I hate the feel of all that paste in my mouth. I try my best to spit it out, but the stuff just sticks to my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I don’t know how Okie can lap it up the way he does, smacking his lips and rolling his tongue around. I asked him once and all he said was: “It tastes good.” Weirdo. Ziggy doesn’t seem to mind either; but when I asked her “why?”, she went into this long dissertation about the benefits of the different dewormers like Ivermectin or Fenbendazole, and how they work and the types of worms they’re supposed to get rid of like roundworms and strongyles (what in the world is a strongyl?), and the multiple health benefits, etc. Set my head spinning. Boy, that mare can be long-winded! Smart, but long-winded. Sneaky doesn’t mind either. He told me that he would rather have a mouthful of dewormer paste every two months rather than suffer another bout of colic due to parasite infestation. Truth be told, I hadn’t thought about that one. Guess a mouthful of yucky dewormer paste is better than a colic any day