Over the course of time, I had also taken some of these ranch equines on as lovers, weather it was a one time friendship or one that had many episodes, this is a story about the mini mare that lived there, and our one time together. So here we were, Jill and I repairing yet again, more fenceline and gates that the horses seemed to take joy in wrecking. So I grabbed the brush and still shirtless went over to where the 2 gal tubs were and pulled the plug on them and started scouring the scale off the sides of the first one as the water poured out the drain hole. While I was still bent over with my head inside the tub I started to twist and turn so I could raise my body up to ask her to repeat herself, which caused me to be even more off balance than I already was, when suddenly I was knocked forward off my feet and fell in a ungainly heap, head first into the tub which rocked back into its upright position as I fell into it. By the time I got my head back up over the top of the tub Sandy was standing there regarding me with a bemused look in her brown horse eyes that seemed to ask what the hell was I doing in her water bowl? Her companion a mini gelding named Rusty stood beside her giving the same look, and Jill was by the gate kneeling on the ground holding her gut laughing helplessly at my plight, having even dropped the beers she was bringing out.