January 24, 2005

  • "Two-bit, #%@&^ nag!" That's what I called her. I was not in the best of moods anyway after trudging up through the snow in the 6 deg. air with gusting wind.  I had slipped on the ice that has newly formed by the gate.  A nice gesture by the "wandering" spring that seems to pop out of ground at varying locations about the field.  I caught myself just after my legs had spread beyond the point that is the stretch limit these days. The rest of the walk up to the shed was more of a limp while I assessed the extent of the damage hoping that it didn't extend too far up the groin.  I flipped on the light and started through the ritual of finding where she had flipped the feed bucket (can't seem to get my act together to get screws and driver up to the shed all at the same time) when I became aware of something that didn't seem right.  It took me a moment to focus on the subconscious anomaly.  But,damn, sure enough, there was my wheel barrow leaning up against the stall with the left handle nearly chewed in two.  There was only the thinnest web of wood still connecting the last six inches with the rest of the beam.  I stared her right in the eye and she stared, defiantly back.  Then, she had the gall to give me an impatient snort, which meant, "get on with it, I'm hungry".  I stomped around, jammed the scoop into the feed barrel, and threw the feed into the bucket.  She, in turn, very non-plused, took her usual piggish mouthful, and raised her head happily chewing on the sweetened feed.  "You two-bit, #%@&^ nag!", I said under my breath and she replied with a look, "isn't it time for you to muck the stall?"


    Anybody wanna buy a horse?


    just kidding about the buying thing, but she may get some extra hard lunging sessions come spring.

Comments (5)

  • ROFLMAO.  I have the feeling sometimes that the females of your household (equine or otherwise) have you firmly in hand.  And I say:  Excellent work, gals! 

    P.S.  I do not want to buy a horse, but my husband definitely does.  Think I should show him this to take the edge off that desire?  (of course, as a farmer he's definitely all about controling the livestock, but there's more than one half-eaten wheelbarrow on our own estate to show the mastery of beast over man, even at that)

  • Horse?  You have a horse?  Oh!  You're blessed!  Wish you'd put a picture up for us to see *hint hint*.  Aren't they wonderful mischievous ol' nags?  Give her a hug for me, and a sweet treat.  And go muck that stall!    ~Paloma

  • You love her. You know you do.

  • :grin:   This reminds me of MANY stories I could tell about a certain couple of goats. 

    And completely aside?  You know what I like about you most?  You write just slightly more often than I get around to comment, so I rarely feel guilty when I visit. 

    BIG HUG 

  • Oooops    I just realized that I'm surfing in my alter-ego suit.  Can we pretend that this comment and the one above were left by quiltnmomi? 

Comments are closed.

Post a Comment