We are not on mains drains and, every couple of years, a “scent bottle” (Mum’s name for it, not mine – she was similarly afflicted where she lived) comes to empty our septic tank.
And today was the day.
I did warn the accompanying gentlemen that there might be some “help” as they would have to cross the ponies’ track to get to the tank.
But I was assured that pony involvement would be fine.
Funnily enough, I was not convinced.
So while the men were busy emptying the tank (not much in as it is mysteriously very efficient), I dished out the last of the Turriefield mishapen carrots to distract any potential assistants.
Sadly, I didn’t have enough carrots for the time it took and, when Vitamin determinedly started walking down to tell them they were doing it wrong, …….
…… I headed her off at the pass.
No one needs help from anyone, I told them.
So the ponies all went back to the task of eating their hay while the scent bottle escaped safely and unscathed. Phew!
Love your moms name. Around here and in North Carolina it is called the “honey wagon”.
I am so glad your containers are working out for everyone, equineie and peeples too.
Take care.
Funny, when I read about carrots for the “potential assistants” I initially misread it as “potential assailants” – pretty interchangeable in this instance, I suspect! And you remind me that I need to have the scent bottle guy come out to clean the filter in our septic tank, Said filter is a requirement in our city and I could clean it myself according to this fellow, but ewww, no thank you!
Thankfully, when we have this done, the barnyard animals are not involved. Just a dog and a cat.
Here in Ontario (Canada) we call this vehicle the ‘honey wagon’ …totally misnamed I know and it certainly gave us fits of giggles when we were young and living in the country where we also had a septic tank that needed emptying.