RIP Buckets

So as the end of the semester draws near I have finally realized that I am going to lose my buckets! They are pretty much my signature for the class and I am so sad to see them go. Once I go home the fake buckets turn into real buckets...buckets full of water and oats. Then those buckets turn into big tubs...full of sawdust and stall bedding. I realize I am kind of babbling but the fake buckets turning into real buckets kind of symbolizes the end of a loufing year of college and into the hardcore horse work of summer! Wow. That was a lot of rambling and I am very sorry. Sometimes I get going with my horse "stuff" and can't stop! See ya'll in class.