This woman, my new friend, is of the admirable opinion that part of being a friend to a mule is providing him with all the things he needs to help his body feel good—balanced hoof care, tooth floating, good nutrition, veterinary care, and—for a mule who moves a little out of balance, with some funny feelings in his hindquarters—body work from equine massage therapists. I had an appointment to have my muscles worked over by just such a therapist the other day, but it didn't work out.
In all fairness, it wasn't quite an appointment. It was more of a, "if you have time, I know you're busy, could you stop by?" plan. So maybe it was a wish, rather than a plan. But in any case, it was a thing that was possibly going to happen and then it didn't happen and I got stuck with an average, run-of-the mill currying instead of the hot stone massage I expected.
I did get my shoes pulled, which is progress, and I am still going to see the dentist on Monday. If they give me a choice of flavors for my toothpaste or fluoride treatment, I will ask for Carrot Cake.
Shinefully,
Bird
P.S. My new Fetching Tag came! The reverse side says "GusBird" and our phone number, but I am not allowed to share that side since I am only 13 and the woman says it isn't safe for teenagers to post their phone numbers on the internet.
GusBird this photo enforces the nickname of Boopsnoot.
ReplyDeleteHope you get your massage soon.❤️