a word from the herd
brought to you by sunny, tireachan, caoinlean, and si gaoithe
we just concluded a very busy weekend with our humans.
they suddenly had this overwhelming desire to bombproof us. (??)
sometimes we think our humans are far too easily influenced by the printed word.
this was one of those times.
however, with nothing better to do we went along with it.
people… they brought equipment.
at first we thought they were going to paint the arena.
then we thought they were going to make us paint the arena.
no. turns out the only paint involved was dry spots on the tarp.
we felt that we had to play along because they had brought company.
the company was pretty nice, so it was our pleasure.
plus they also had all four of us together,
so when it wasn’t our turn to do something
we got to watch each other.
that was kind of fun, actually.
things got a little more interesting when the big boys got saddled up.
when we had finally convinced them that we were fearless in the face of the tarp,
they hung it on the fence to try and confuse us.
we weren’t having any of that. confusion, we mean.
we were ON it.
you would have thought we’d won the lottery for them.
praise, praise, praise. (blah, blah, blah…)
but then we got to go out for recess, so it was well worth it.
wouldn’t you know it?
there they were again this afternoon.
with more equipment, no less.
these people stop at nothing.
when we refused to be alarmed by these things once again,
THEY PICKED THEM UP AND DRAGGED THEM!!
so we kind of played along and chased them.
that got a laugh.
once again they upped the ante.
now we were supposed to wear the darn things.
we thought that charlie and jan had made it perfectly clear that
gypsy horses do not need blankets!!
yeah. and if we did we would prefer natural, organic fibers.
oh, for cryin’ in the night…
sunny thought they were going to teach him to fly.
sunny is simple.
now– at this point would you not think that we’ve had enough bombproofing for one weekend?
no. our relentless humans were enjoying the springlike weather.
they dreamed up yet another variation on a tarp challenge.
oh, this is priceless. they constructed a tunnel, no less.
in we go. out we come.
finally it was time for recess.
out went tir. out went caoin. out went sunny.
how did i get picked for AP training????
this is a dubious honor.
what are you doing?
you’re kidding. you want me to what??
look mom– no hands!!
now can i have recess?
p.s. just between you, us, and the fencepost, it was actually pretty fun.
not all that challenging. but fun.
they say the weather is going to hold all week…