A friend held her annual trail ride and potluck yesterday. I don't make it every year, but it's a lot of fun when I do. She and her husband have a small Arabian and Borzoi farm about thirty-five minutes out of town. Their place is nestled amongst large orange groves, so it's far from any traffic, buildings, or other man-made structures.
They both trailered like total champs, stood at the trailer companionably, and happily snoozed together on the ride home. They spent the entire day nuzzling each other's necks and pairing up to lead most of the ride side by side. Austen may be huge, but Speedy's got a long enough stride to easily keep up with him.
As we were eating outside, I sampled one of the salads and thought it was surprisingly bland and had a weird mix of ingredients. Part way through lunch, our hostess's husband gave an embarrassed chuckle and said he needed to apologize to us because the salad we were eating was actually dog food!
Rather than being grossed out, we all burst into uproarious laughter! Their show dogs eat a shredded chicken, white rice, and green bean menu. Whoever had helped empty the refrigerator had grabbed the plastic-wrapped bowl thinking it was a chicken salad! The reason it had tasted so bland was because it hadn't been seasoned.
The weird chicken salad capped off our day nicely. The whole experience was a welcome respite from the daily grind, and I'm already looking forward to the next one. Thanks, Summer Lane Farm!