That damn ram
December 27th, 2004 by 
cowgirljules
So to celebrate Christmas, on Christmas Eve, we roped. What else is new?
While Cowboy was bringing up the steers, that damn ram was running up the alleyway behind him. I no sooner opened my mouth to say, “He’s going to butt you,” when he rammed the back of Dually (who actually handled it pretty well.)
That bastard. We’d already tried to get him out of the alley, but couldn’t, and once in a while he just hangs out down by the stripping chute and doesn’t bother us. He’s really getting aggressive though, so Cowboy roped his ass and drug him on out of there at top speed to put a little fear of the cowboy into him.
It didn’t take. He sneaked back into the pen, but didn’t bother us again for the rest of the afternoon.
Until we were done, and I got off my horse to go let the steers back out into the cow pen. That bastard faced up to me threateningly, and when I put my hands down to protect my knees, he charged me. He nailed my thumb straight on and shocked me back against the fence. Cowboy can’t usually hear me from the other end of the arena, but he did after a couple of weak hollers. I told him that I didn’t think I could work the gates, because I wasn’t sure if he’d broken my thumb or not.
So Cowboy put me out of the pen and found the only thing laying around, an old piece of PVC, and proceeded to beat the dogshit out of that fucking animal. Too bad it wasn’t a metal pipe, but he did leave pieces of PVC all over the place. There’s no reason to have an animal like that around; he’s not kept for breeding, and if he’s got me scared of him, what’s he going to do to the two-year old? We think he’s the one who killed Charlie the Goat, too.
So Christmas day was fun, with a swollen and non-functioning left hand. I don’t know if that was good or bad that he hit my left hand—certainly either was better than the kneecap he was aiming for. But I don’t have a grip left, and I’m surprised to find out just how left-handed I am. I did the dishes, but I had to be very careful not to drop anything. I don’t really bruise, but I’ve got a purple ring around that joint and I’m still favoring it today.
He didn’t learn his lesson, either. Dennis and I were riding yesterday, and he came after me again, as well as a horse that was tied up. Dennis roped his ass and tied him to the fence for me. I was all for tying him to the cross-arm over the gate; the only thing holding me back was the thought that Cowboy would be embarrassed if his girlfriend killed his host’s despicable pet.
Christmas was too short. I only had the kids for about six hours, just time for them to open presents at my house and then run over to Aunt Judy’s for dinner. They were totally bored there, but were pretty good overall.
They got so spoiled at their father’s house that anything I got them looked kind of feeble in comparison. What’s a lego set when you’ve got a trampoline to play with, after all? I can’t afford to keep up with stuff like that, but they were both very pleased with the presents that they had picked out for each other, both video games. I set the timer to keep it fair, and we all spent the rest of the time at my house playing together.
But at least it’s not over, as we’ve still got my family’s Christmas to do. Yeah, we’re all for stretching it out as long as possible. Someone going on a cruise? No problem, we’ll do it on the fourteenth! Not enough time to get up to Mom and Dad’s on the day of? No big deal, we’ll catch you next weekend!
I love that about my family. Cowboy wouldn’t even open one present on Christmas Eve, the spoilsport! He did like his satellite radio though. It’s raining this week, so he’ll have time to hook it up. And I’m going shopping on him, most likely for that comforter set I’ve been eyeballing for months.
And now, back to work. Until the rain gets bad, and then it’s back to screwing around.
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