well, todays blog is a eulogy. rowdy, the two ton morgan has left us. the little bastard finally found a way to get out of spring chores. he always disliked working, and now he doesnt have to. he died next to his best friend, the feed bunk. whick means he died doing what he loved most, eating. he had rather basic tastes, he liked alfalfa and grass, and grain. only once did i ever try to get him to eat a carrot, which he promptly spit out at me and looked at me like i tried to feed him manure. he was a good cow horse and rodeo practice horse. as soon as he was saddled, he loved to spin around and jump, thinking that would get him out of work. i would just lift my arm, mark him out and get in some practice. that really annoyed him, and he usually calmed down. he was a hard worker around cattle, but as soon as we were done, he made for the barn like a gunshot. no matter where we were, he always knew the fastest way back to his beloved barn. several years ago we were trying to round up a loose pair. we went barreling up this hillside when one of rowdy's hoofs went into a prairie dog hole. that caused us to roll forward. rowdy decided to use me as an air bag, and the fat bastard came down on top of me. after he rolled off of me, he jumped up, bit hanging from the side of his mouth, saddle off the side and gave me a look like " what the hell was that??" i got up, checked him out to make sure he was ok and realised that i had several dozen cartoon birds flying around my head. of course rowdy was ok. i then decided i needed to sit down. then i thought, lying down would be better. rowdy stuck his nose in my face and sniffed, as if to say " are you dead?"it turns out that being an airbag for a two ton morgan can have some side effects. like blacking out when you cough. after calling my mom to ask her "how can you tell if you've got a punctured lung?" to which she replied

"tim, get in to the hospital now!" i told her i was fine, and i would go to the doctor later that afternoon. we finished moving the cows and i put rowdy in the corral. turns out, i had broken my collar bone and several ribs. rowdy promptly went on a diet. (it didnt last) i have to say rowdy really started behaving more than usual after that wreck. that was a little creepy for me. i wasnt used to him behaving. he drove me crazy, and i drove him crazy, we would have made a perfect elderly married couple. i worked on a ranch in colorado in college. we used to board horses for people too. we had one woman that constantly had fights with her horse, so she brought in a horse psychic. the psychic told here that she and her horse were mother and daughter in a previou life, and still had unresolved issues. that was why they couldnt get along.(seriously, i'm not kidding.) maybe rowdy and i were brothers in a previous life. who knows. at least his dream of not having to work again came true.