Dr Doghouse Balebarn

 

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Give Me just a second to put things in perspective before we go see the Dr.

Compulsive Obsesive, Bipolar or just a Guy being a guy. For one of these reasons or all of the above I wake up in the middle of some pretty bad ideas. I honestly have no idea until later how really stupid some of the things I get myself into are.

Fast example. There I stand next to a giant box elder tree cut all the way throgh yet by some miracle it has set down on the cut perfectly balanced. So you're in it all the way up to your eyeballs & what do you do next. Can't leave it that way, waiting for God to send it over. Horses live here. So you chip away at it hoping it goes the right way, which please is not on my head. With the luck of an imbecile it goes over finally. You walk away thanking the Angel that looks over you.

That said. Dr, Doghouse Bale Barn.

Every year in my own way I go see The Dr. for my yearly stress test, even if it is in a way no one else would recognize.

The Phratt boys (3 male Horses) as per usual needed more Hay outa turn. I hate just doing one bale barn at a time, so I cheat the barn foreward by putting in squares or the core of a 5ft round bale. Now I can flop & flip a core in by hand if it is say 32 inches across. Well this core was closer to 40 inches across. What was your 1st clue?

I dragged the core over from the little barn on a sled. That worked so I should be able to do this. Right here I deviated from good sence into that land of determination over good sence.

I flipped that core up onto the remaining hay, then picked up the bottom & started shoving it in. I got it up & in just enough to make me think I could do it. Problem is, it was teatering on its center point. I had to keep shoving & bumping it with my butt or it was gonna come down & I'd have to start all over again.

Easily a half hour later sweating like a pig in freezing temperatures & breathing like I'd run a marathon at full speed, I threw the towel in. I'd got it in all but the last 6 inches. So I tied the door shut & walked away exausted.

It was only then that I questioned my sanity.

You see it is always that way. When I'm in it, I just can't see it.

The upside? On each of these ill advised adventures I reflect & realize. If I can go that hard at something for that long & not keel over with a Heart Attack, I won the Lotto. At 73yrs old I'm still OK.

So that's why I called this Dr. Doghouse Bale Barn. I went to see him for my yearly Heart stress test. I mean, He does wear a white coat.

The only Dr. that I trust, The human kind have a tendencie to get to nosey.

I want to add this.

I believe Life requires a degree of disregard for reality, otherwise it would be difficult to endure.

So my family Doctor is a Balebarn, That's not weird.