Mule withdrawal is an ugly thing.
It creeps up on you slowly. It sneaks up on you when you are not looking.
It is silent...
It can be quick to come on and BAM ~~~
hits you right where it hurts.
And suddenly for no reason at all, you are craving for it...
For the smell of mule hair and dust to fill your nostrils...the feel of dirt on your hands, and the odor of a damp sweaty blanket.
Your co-workers give you an odd look. They don't understand, of course they couldn't.
They don't ride a mule.
I think my mule is having withdrawals also.
He stood at the gate when I pulled in tonight and started braying.
Dang, I love my mule!
There are some things in life that you either really like, or you really don't like.... but I've never met anyone who has ridden a good mule that hasn't really liked it.
ReplyDeleteI get down right cranky when I can't ride.
ReplyDeleteI mean awful mean cranky *cranky*.
I know the feelings. It's just something you can't tell anyone how it feels to own/ride/LOVE a mule. Horse folks like their horse but mule folks love their mules. I heard that somewhere - also heard they are like Lay's potato chips - you can't have just one. Oh to be looking through those longears!!
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