I’ve heard so many stories from my husband about things he did when he was a little boy and I carefully remind him not to talk about them in my son’s presence for fear he’ll think it sounds like fun!

One such story involves an electric fence and a little boy’s small bladder. You can fill in the rest. However, my story doesn’t start out quite that way.

Last week, they trenched a water line from the well house to the horse fence so we didn’t have to drag three hoses out to give them water. The hydrant was leaning up against the electric fence, causing it to spark. So my husband pulled out his guns (a.k.a. muscles) and pulled the hydrant back far enough away from the fence to fix the problem.

With his solution came another problem for me – the faucet was too far away from the water trough so the water was spilling out over the edge. I gracefully pushed it forward just ¼ of an inch and then not-so-gracefully felt the electric shock on my hand. Needless to say, the fence is working! Boy did my fingernail on my right ring finger hurt for some time. I’m just glad it was me and not the hands of a 2-year-old.

I think I got two new gray hairs from the experience.

Until we walk again …