My pony was cuddling up to anyone who would stay near her as I was picking up the "stuff" from our jumping lesson.
So, as I was at the far end of the indoor arena, she decided to follow someone else...
Coach said, "Your pony love me more than she loves you!"
I didn't even bother to look. I just hollered back, "That's because you are likely going back to the barn!"
Shortly thereafter, I heard the door close, followed by a solid couple of THUNKS that sounded like something fell off of the wall. That's when I looked...
Understand the layout of our arena:
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| do you see the corner full of chairs? |
That corner is full of plastic chairs. That door to the outside, the human-sized one, is way wider than that gap to the corner. **I** have to turn sideways to shoot that gap...
And my pony is looking back forlornly, as the door has been shut in her face. She is standing amongst the chairs. Like a bull in a china shop.
And I am here:
Now, feeling rejected, the Fancy Pony attempts to turn around... and entangles herself in more chairs...
As if that weren't enough, she then caught a rein on a t-post that holds the panels up that define the viewing area... Yes, yes, I know exactly how ugly this can get...
As I start to walk that way - oh, so far away! - I say quietly, "whoa, pony."
And she did. She never got "up" or excited. She felt the pull from the rein, and you could see her brain start working. She stood like a statue until I arrived to save her.
Why she though she could (or better yet, should) shoot that tiny gap, we will never know. The only reasonable exit was through the door she so depserately wanted to leave by in the first place! She quietly followed me through the human door and up to the barn, where she got millions of cookies for keeping a cool head when it really matters.
Those freaking **CRAZY** Arabians!!
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| do you see how far away I am? |
As if that weren't enough, she then caught a rein on a t-post that holds the panels up that define the viewing area... Yes, yes, I know exactly how ugly this can get...
As I start to walk that way - oh, so far away! - I say quietly, "whoa, pony."
And she did. She never got "up" or excited. She felt the pull from the rein, and you could see her brain start working. She stood like a statue until I arrived to save her.
Why she though she could (or better yet, should) shoot that tiny gap, we will never know. The only reasonable exit was through the door she so depserately wanted to leave by in the first place! She quietly followed me through the human door and up to the barn, where she got millions of cookies for keeping a cool head when it really matters.
Those freaking **CRAZY** Arabians!!
silly pony.
ReplyDeleteThat's kinda funny!
ReplyDeleteI was laughing at her from the moment I realized exactly what was going on! I like that she has developed the thinking side of her brain enough to not flip out when she finds herself in such ...interesting... situations.
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