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Not feeling so well

It’s that time of the year again. It’s time for ranchers and farmers to round up their livestock and give them their annual vaccinations, and maybe wean a few little doggies to haul off to the livestock auction … used to be one of my favorite things. I called it “payday”.

It really wasn’t my payday though because in our household my honey got the money. You say it sounds familiar? Well we best leave it at that. 

Anyway, we had the vet out to our ranch Thursday a week to take care of our remuda – our passel of horses – to give them their annual shots.

It was the worst day of my life. Yes sir. You see, I accidentally got between the vet and my ranch gelding. The vet had his head down when he pressed the stethoscope against my chest thinking he was listening to ole Champ’s heartbeat.

I thought it was rather comical at first. But when he said “We’re gonna have to put this old hoss down.” Well, all I remember next is lookin’ up at the underbelly of my buckskin while the vet’s assistant was fannin’ my face with the coarse skirt hairs of ole Champ’s tail.

Needless to say, I’m seeing old Doc Moore this week. Say, when was the last time you had a checkup? Isn’t it about time? We hosses aint gettin’ any younger. That said, have a great week and stay safe my friends.

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