Post by .Rissa. on Feb 10, 2010 18:12:30 GMT -6
Okay, so, Bo gets fed in his own stall by himself. Since its winter, and I haven't actually 'worked' him in a while, he is very 'omg!' towards the things he knows what they are. So, keep that in mind. He was spooking at silly things, that on a normal day, he wouldn't have noticed.
Anyway, he was done eating, so I led him back into a another stall that opens out into the pasture. His too small pasture buddies were there. Well, right outside the stall, was a giant blue bucket with mineral stuff in it, it was like a mini-run with gates and paneling on both sides for a little ways. Bo was loose, and just standing by one of the panels. I turned my back to him,, leaning down to check out the brown mineral stuff that looked like dirt, and his buddy was sticking his down there with me, whe, suddenly, I hear the loudest racket of paneling shaking and clinking. My first thoughts were 'Oh shi- Bo decided to freak out!' I thought the devil broke loose from Hades. So, I quickly turn around, wondering if a hoof or who knows what is going to fly into me face.
I turn just in time to see Bo finish shaking himself free of dirt, then turn around and look at me with a laughing face (when I see laughing, I mean eyes gleaming and ears forward. He just gets that look). Needless so say, he got me. Good.
Anyway, he was done eating, so I led him back into a another stall that opens out into the pasture. His too small pasture buddies were there. Well, right outside the stall, was a giant blue bucket with mineral stuff in it, it was like a mini-run with gates and paneling on both sides for a little ways. Bo was loose, and just standing by one of the panels. I turned my back to him,, leaning down to check out the brown mineral stuff that looked like dirt, and his buddy was sticking his down there with me, whe, suddenly, I hear the loudest racket of paneling shaking and clinking. My first thoughts were 'Oh shi- Bo decided to freak out!' I thought the devil broke loose from Hades. So, I quickly turn around, wondering if a hoof or who knows what is going to fly into me face.
I turn just in time to see Bo finish shaking himself free of dirt, then turn around and look at me with a laughing face (when I see laughing, I mean eyes gleaming and ears forward. He just gets that look). Needless so say, he got me. Good.