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@BEGIN_FILE_ID.DIZ
Here's the rest of the September
installment of the horse diary.
I am posting it for the author,
who is the owner of Did,
a Percheron stallion.@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


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Today I had a freind over to see Did with me. D liked the farm a whole
lot.  He asked if he could bring his girlfreind over some time. He thinks
she would enjoy herself quite a bit.  Didn't do a whole lot, I just gave
did some tribessin (his daily dose thereof).  I followed this with a quick
2 carrot chaser and he kept most of the tribessin in his mouth.  In fact,
he kept all of it in his mouth and didn't make a huge mess out of it.

I then put on the curcingle, long reins, one eared bridle and we did some
walking and trotting and turning and stepping overing and coming arounding
and g'ing and hah'ing.  He did so well and was so totally unflustered by it
all that I decided to climb aboard and see how well he would do with leg
cues. IN fact, the only leg cue I wanted to teach him is the "walk" leg
cue. I want him to walk when I squeeze him with both legs. As it turns out,
he did real well ( as opposed to int well?). When I started to squeeze I'd
say "step up". His verbal cue to start walking. And when he started to walk
I'd release the pressure. If he kept walking he'd eventually get a pat on
the neck, if he stopped walking he'd get another squeeze.   THe only use I
gave the reins was to try and keep him walking in a straight line. This
worked, for the most part. I had a lot of trouble with him starting this
hyperbolic curve to the gate. Almost as if the gate were the center of some
locallized, horse-specifc black hole.  I'd stop him, pull on the left rein
and start saying "step over haw" and he'd start swinging around to the
left. hen he was facing away from the gate I'd give him the walk command
with the legs and away he'd go, in a nice straight line.

When it was all done, I gave him a hug, a pat and (what I think he actually
appreciated) a carrot. If only he appreciated blow jobs. I woulda given him
one of those too!

Monday, September 17,1990-

I didn't get to see did today. Damn.  I got caught up working with Dr.
S's accounting program and didn't get home until 9:30. I called Pam
and she told me that she gave did his tribessin today. (Not that I thought
she wouldn't!!)  She did it a bit different. She put down some hay, then
gave did the tribessin over the top of the hay (since he doesn't leave a
stinking bit of hay on the ground) and then grained him immediately
afterwards. He ate all the grain and didn't slobber out the tribessin, and
at $500 for all 32 tubes of the stuff, it's like white gold.  I asked Dr.
X (a co-worker with Dr. S) whether or not the tribessin woul dbe
able to get into the testicles to wipe out any traces of the bacteria that
might be in there and he told me that Tribessin is often used because of
its ability to penetrate most body tissues, including the testicles.  Hot
damn, I might have one fecund (thanks again K!) stud within the next 4
months!  I want to breed him to mares so badly that I can hardly contain
myself.  Well, things are going well withthe business and this month's
sales are already hitting over 100k so I just might be able to get me a
microscope. A very usefull tool for any serious semen evaluation, eh?

So why *DO* I like stallions so much? To be righteously honest, it is
mostly in my background. My upbringing. My experiences.  When I was about 7
or so, I was in a playground on a swingset, some kid asked me one of those
"choose death if you're not weird" questions.  Off the top of his head he
asks me, "Which would you rather do? Have your mouth tied to a horse's dick
for a week or slide down a 100 foot razor blade on your ass?" Of course,
me being ever the practicle thinker (must be why I got a job to design,
implement and debug an  operating system once) chose to have my mouth tied
to a horse's dick for a week. That way you don't die, right? This, of
course, caused the older kids much humor. They tried to get me to answer
other question so the same nature but I left stating "I don't think I want
to play this game anymore."  Well,  I read, and where I don't know, a
report on bestiality stating that it is sometimes based on a deep seated
anger.  A kind of "I'll show them" type of anger. And damn if it doesn't
fit me! All bad experiences with women just bolstered my commitment to the
critters.  Good experiences with women were fun mind you! But the bad ones
influenced me more strongly.  With all the socio psycho-dynamics (thank you
D!) that I have experienced that tend to push me to human females for
sexual gratification, it makes me think that I must have been pretty pissed
at those kids for making fun of my decision in that play ground to have
made me ignore all those social cues and choose critters over wymmuhn.
Hmmmmm. Maybe one day I'll actually organize my thoughts on my past and try
and come up with a conclusive early psychological profile.  It may help in
understanding why I am the way I am.

I also remember, from when I was about 6, I had a freind named Stanley.  He
was Maxo-strange! I was over at his house playing once when he announced he
had to pee. SO he went to the bathroom, (right across the hall from his
room where we were playing) and dropped his drawers around his ankles and
peed. Laughing all the while. Now I didn't know what to think. But I did
think it was interesting because I had never thought of the human body as
aplay thing before. He opened that little world up for me.  At another time
we used to build tent "forts" and we'd get nekkid in em! That was fun. Did
it help me in choosing stallions? Maybe. Just maybe.  Once, this girl whos
name I cannot remeber went into our fort with us. She used to just "watch".
One day we demanded reciprocation on her part. We wanted to see what her
genitals looked like.  Well, I distincly remember thinking that it looked
like some kind of open wound. I was turned off by it immensly.  Interested,
but not at all interested in any kind of sexual way. Nah, Stanley was much
more interesting.  I wonder why. I'll have to think on that a little bit
more and try and figure out why that was so.


Tuesday, September 18,1990-

Saw Did, gave him his tribrissen and some carrots.  Brushed him and then
stared at the huge amounts of mud in the walk in shelter. SHIT! That little
house is the only place I have that affords suficient privacy during the
times that I can see that horse, and I can't use it right now! DAMNIT!

Wednesday, September 19,1990-

Couldnt see did today.

Thursday, September 20,1990-

Saw Did today.  I gave him his paste and a few carrots.  When I was done
with that, I got out the long reins again and started doing a bit of wor
with him.  When I was done with g'ing and hah'ing I climbed aboard and
started to try to teach him to move forward when I squeeze my legs around
him. He got it a few times without any trouble.  I'll go at it a few more
times and get him used to moving forward at a walk when I squeeze with my
legs. I want to start teaching him those "silent cues".  Since he knows
"step up" and "walk" as being the same thing, I used the verbalizations
with him to get him to start walking, I'd use leg pressure, then say "walk"
within a few seconds to get him moving.  Seems to be working so far. I'll
have to keep working at it to make sure he does not forget this lil ole lesson.

Friday, September 20,1990-

Couldn't see Did again. Damn.

Saturday, September 21, 1990-

I spent a few hours with Did today.   I gave him his medicine and then a
few carrots. The next step was not a whole lot of fun, I have started
treating his hooves for thrush.  I picked them all out and then doused each
one in turn with clorox, chlorine bleach.  He really gives me a hard time
with his rear left hoove. I mean, a REALLY hard time.  He kept trying to
take his foot away from me, but I finally managed to get his foot cleaned
and bleached. Then I brushed him out real nice and then gave him his
afternoon hay. I spent the next 1.75 hours just watching him eat his hay.
He doesn't get too vulgar when eating his hay anymore. :-(

Sunday, September 22,1990-

Pretty much a repeat of yesterday. THis is starting to bother me that I
can't use the walk in shed.  I have to talk to Mike to get him to bring in
a truck full of bank run. (Hrrrrrrr, a sand and small pebble mixture
typically used along footers of bank barns in this region of the U.S. for
drainage. ) That way, I can use the walk in shelter to teach Did some
TOTALY cool slight of hand (and mouth and tongue and finger and saliva).

I have not taken the time to keep up with the riding lessons (both his and
mine ;-).  I have the horse, but not the time now and it looks like I might
be going to Spain soon to install a bias cutter. Habla Usted Ingles?

Monday, September 23, 1990-

Saw the bum didio and gave him his Tribrissen (of which he spat out 1/4 a
tube of  :(  Stupid horse! That stuff is to get yer balls working again! If
*THAT* happens, then yer gonna get all sorts of nice, tight, saddle mares
under yer belly next spring! EAT THAT SHIT! He really is pretty good about
eating it though.  He doesn't seem to spit it all out all the time, just
once in a while.

Did the ole "cloroxing" today as usual.  I had to kick him when he gave me
SERIOUS quantities of shit about picking up his left hind foot.  The big
boy has GOT to learn.

Teusday, September 24 ->Sunday September 30--
This is all being done in a post-mortem fashion.  I have spent the past two
weeks feeling worse than I have in a long time.  I was watching Did in his
pasture when I noticed that his ribs seemed to be sticking out a bit.  I
looked, and then got up close and stuck my fingers against his side and I
noticed that  his ribs WERE sticking out.  This, of course, started a panic
on my part.  WHat went wrong? What's the problem?  I pointed his ribs out
to Pam and asked her how much Did was getting fed.  She said "One and a
half coffee cans full". Oh, just fucking great. "No, I mean how many POUNDS
of grain is he getting?", "Oh, that should be about 3 and a half pounds of
grain per feeding." Okay, Let's weigh it. 1.5 coffee cans on the scale
showed, sure enough 3.5 pounds.  Well, 7 pounds should be doing did fine.
So I called the vet and he said to give him a grain mix that has 16%
protein in it. The grain we were using has 12% protein. He also said to up
it by .5 pounds per feeding. Did should be getting 8 pounds of grain. Okay,
that's about 1.75 cans full.  One week later, he is STILL showing ribs.
Sooooo, I get a scale that goes up to fifty pounds and is accurate to .02
pounds. I measure 1.75 coffe cans of grain. Guess what? It came out to 2
pounds of grain. ONly 2 pounds. All this time and I had been starving my
horse to death. Man did I feel bad.  Soooooooo, I have put him on a program
to up his grain.  He is getting .25 pounds per feeding more per day. so
yesterday I fed him 2.25 pounds in the morning, and then 2.25 pounds in the
evening. Today he got 2.5 pounds in the morning and 2.5 pounds in the
evening.  I'll keep upping it until he gets to 8 pounds per day, total.  As
each day has gone by, I have watched his ribs stick out just a wee bit
more, but today, finally, his ribs started to not stick out so much more,
or so it seemed.  I don't know though....

What do I feel? Guilt. Burning, seething, heaping volumes of guilt unlike
anything I have ever felt before.  I mean, I have felt bad in my life, but
not this bad.  I hate doing things out of stupidity and ignorance.  I can
never do anything good enough. It is what has made me and excellent
programmer and it is what will make me an excellent horse owner. Always
stopping and wondering why did such and such occur. Why did this reaction
happen? and on and on.... It is that one driving thing in my personality
that makes me what I am.   But now, I am feeling better. That nasty, anal
retentive quality of my personality, the one that never beleives a damn
thing anyone tells me has come to my rescue. It made me get a  an
electronic scale accurate to .02 pounds to measure Did's feed.  Once we
have him up to 8 pounds, then we can go back to coffee-can-itis and not
worry too much. At least then he'll be getting the right number of coffee
cans.

In other smaller news, I managed, after getting some kind of grip on his
feeding schedule, to get him bitted up for a short bare-back ride around
the hay fielsd.  He is damn nice horse to ride. A wonderfull big back
and... well, more on this in the october report.  Suffice to say, that I
feel better about asking him for ... other things now.

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