There's a fairly large horse stable next door to where I currently live, there's at least 15 acres of pasture out there from the looks of it, I've never broken out the yardsticks to check for sure.
Anyway, it's subdivided into six smaller pastures and they rotate the horses through so that no single one gets grazed/stomped to death.
The last field way in the back has a fence the runs parallel to my driveway.
Usually, everyone's been put away by the time I come home, but on occasion, if the weather is lousy or it's too hot during the day, evening turnout is put into effect, and they're getting out just as I'm getting home. Such was the case the other day.
Well, I thought I'd be friendly and say "hi" to everyone.... hand out some free pets and scratches.... what could go wrong?
That was a mistake, because now I have a new best friend.... 15 hands and 1,000 pounds of best friend, it looks like, who thinks we'd make great grooming partners, YAY! And since I'm scratching his back, he feels obligated to scratch mine...... *GLOMP!*
Well.... several saliva smears up and down my pantlegs/shirt and a knocked-off ballcap later, I managed to escape the experience.
It was like getting a hug from Lennie Small, he means no harm, but you'll be lucky to survive it!
Anyone else been attacked by an overly-affectionate animal lately?
Anyway, it's subdivided into six smaller pastures and they rotate the horses through so that no single one gets grazed/stomped to death.
The last field way in the back has a fence the runs parallel to my driveway.
Usually, everyone's been put away by the time I come home, but on occasion, if the weather is lousy or it's too hot during the day, evening turnout is put into effect, and they're getting out just as I'm getting home. Such was the case the other day.
Well, I thought I'd be friendly and say "hi" to everyone.... hand out some free pets and scratches.... what could go wrong?
That was a mistake, because now I have a new best friend.... 15 hands and 1,000 pounds of best friend, it looks like, who thinks we'd make great grooming partners, YAY! And since I'm scratching his back, he feels obligated to scratch mine...... *GLOMP!*
Well.... several saliva smears up and down my pantlegs/shirt and a knocked-off ballcap later, I managed to escape the experience.
It was like getting a hug from Lennie Small, he means no harm, but you'll be lucky to survive it!
Anyone else been attacked by an overly-affectionate animal lately?
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