ooooooooooooooh, he's ****gorgeous**********!!!!!
i have limited experience with horses and the ones we did have on the farm i briefly lived on with my bff were crafty demons from the underworld. General was the worst: he was a miniature horse who really had it in for me. he was a houdini for getting out (as was Danny-Boy, the clydesdale - i think they were in cahoots) and there i'd be, virtuously shovelling s--t and suddenly i get chomped on the keester usually at full extension which of course would land me face-down in the pasture.
the worst time was when i was trying to toss the muck out the door without actually leaving the barn due to late winter/early spring flooding and suddenly something *slammed* onto my back. i look down and there, one on each shoulder, were two little hooves! i reared up in outrage and before i even though, i sucker-punched the little heathen right in the head.
then i was horrified and ran up the road to the neighbour, who bred, trained, and showed miniatures and who had sold him to us for a suspiciously low price.
bawling my eyes out, i told her what happened, finishing with "i think i really hurt him!!!!"
her face was very blank as she calmly asked "is your hand broken?"
"um... no... but it really hurts!"
"trust me, you didn't hurt the horse. now get back there and get him back into the barn and halter him before you finish mucking out."
she was nice enough to wait until i was halfway down the driveway before she started howling with laughter.
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