Over Murphy’s stable door is a rug, a thin navy blue quilted rug. That’s odd, I think, where is his navy and green checked rug, he wears underneath? Or maybe Jeanette just wants this one on?
I go into the stable and heave off Murphy’s turnout rug and throw on the thin quilted stable rug. As I carry on round the yard, I start to shiver. The afternoon is getting colder. I send Jeanette a text to say is it just this one rug, she wants him to wear?
I get no reply, so go and hunt for Murphy’s navy and green checked rug. After much searching, I locate it. It is lying on the floor behind the door of the empty stable next door to Murphy.
I go back in to Murphy, take off his quilted stable rug and start again with the rugs – navy and green checked, followed by the quilted stable rug.
He looks pleased, if not a little perplexed at my doing his rugs for the second time in one afternoon.
I carry on changing rugs and picking out feet. Larry needs stable bandages on and Gemma needs her foot tubbing with salt water, the horses that live out still need feeding, there are waters to refill, more hay and feeds to put round.
Then I get a text from Jeanette to say ‘just his quilted rug’.
I say ‘are you sure. It’s freezing?’
‘Oh yes, he’ll be fine.’
I know Murph is chunky but he’s clipped and it is icy.
So I go back into his stable for the third time and pull his rugs off and put just the thin quilted one on.
He’s just warm enough with the navy and green check and the thin quilted one: his teeth are going to be chattering in just the quilted.
I feel so bad about taking it off, I even check Jeanette’s list of when she’s going to be in. It looks like she’s in the following morning so I can’t ignore the only one rug request!
In one afternoon I’ve been in to do one horse’s rugs three times and feel I am caught between a rock and a hard place!
Note to self: don’t ask next time!