This was very funny, courtesy of . :)
This morning I went out to get Kip in and he was obviously having a lie-in. I poked him, pulled on his halter, smacked him on the butt, sat on him, danced around him waving my arms like someone doing a very inept voodoo dance, and then finally took my gilet off and flung it over his head. He got up, shook it off, and then trotted off, obviously very offended. It was ages before he let me catch him again. lol…
I tried, one last time, to try Lizzie out in the big pasture. I sedated her with the ACP that the vet had given me, and even with that…I couldn’t even get her out to the pasture, much less in it. She was so panicked, knowing where I was taking her, that she reared and jumped in place, trying to pull away from me and run back. The only way I hung onto her on the way back to the stable was by putting the leadrope through her mouth and the opposite halter ring, and then going back in a series of spirals. She was dripping with sweat when we got back.
*sigh* I’m not going to be able to turn her out, which is going to be a disaster. :( I wish I knew what, if anything, was going through her head. We need a horse whisperer.
This afternoon I’ve been consoling myself with some retail therapy, courtesy of eBay. Look at this carved wooden bar:
I love anything huge, heavily carved, and old looking. Phil says its because I’m American and have no taste. Could be, could be. :)