I was putting up TJ's new shelter today and I was reminded of the last time I attached a tarp to round pen panels.
I had just arrived in Colorado (the grand metropolis of Parachute to be exact) for the John and Josh Lyons Certification Program, 2001. I had with me a list of things that I needed and just below the cinch and the lariat (two things that required further investigation) was listed a tarp.
I called my friend Ita back in Connecticut to find out what this was. She explained that it was a tarpaulin but being a rather posh, very well dressed former Irish Olympic Dressage Team member, not known for her useful or practical skill set, she may not have been the best person to ask. She sounded worried but I dismissed it and set about constructing the stall that would be my 2 horses' homes for the next 7 months. They were arriving the following day, one from Western Australia and the other from Singapore, as they were still in quarantine.
It was a few weeks later that the cause of Ita's concern became clear to me. "Where do you go to the toilet?" she asked. Much to her relief, I explained that the horses slept under the tarp and I slept in an apartment, complete with bathroom!
TJ is now exploring his new house.