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A Moment from the Life of S2M
Today was the first day the farrier has come since Mac died. Now, horses aren't always stupid, so of course Bonfire knows the difference between Ginger being taken from the horsepen and tied up at the horse trailer or post for her lunch, and Ginger being taken from the horsepen for some other reason. With no Mac in the pen to keep Bonfire company, she went nuts. "Neiiiiigh! Neeiiiiigh!!! Ginger!!! Where are you???! Don't leave me!!!! I'm all alooooooone!!! Neiiiiiiigh!!" She ran up and down the fence as best as her poor little foundered hooves could carry her. "Neiiiiiigh!"
And for the record, Full Throttle energy drink tastes much better than Red Bull, which is like drinking liquid hard candy. Ghaaaa! So sweeeet! DX I can't believe they market Red Bull towards men! *chokes at the memory* But Full Throttle tastes like Mountain Dew or Sprite. Lemony and rather yummy. And it works, too, as it's perked me right up. Heh.
Energy drinks FTW!!!!
EDIT: I'm pouting now b/c not one of the various aritsts who read my journal had anything to say about my cute pic. I guess no one wants to see anything but anime fanart....*sulks in the corner* I know my arms in the pic need work, but it's so cute....*sulk sulk sulk*
Now, at 22 years old, Bonfire is not a newborn foal. And it's not like this is the first time we've removed Ginger from the horsepen for her pedicure. I'm sure it was a combination of stress with no Mac in the herd and the huge, noisy machinery and strangers all over the place for house repairs making her nervous and altering her normal blah existence. But it was still funny. I haven't heard Bonfire freak out like that in years. She has such a high-pitched, shrill neigh. *snicker*
Once Ginger was finished, it was Bonfire's turn. And of course, the moment Bonfire was out of her line of sight, it was Ginger's turn to freak out. "Neiiiigh!!! Where'd you go?!?! We're both too old for petty acts of revenge!!! Neiiiigh!!!" Ginger's neigh is deeper and more raspy than Bonfire's, but she was investing some real effort into it. "Neiiiiiigh!" Bonfire even replied once, which is more than Ginger did for her. :P Ginger's an old bag at 33, so I guess it's to be expected for her to ignore therelatively speaking young'n.
And of course, I found the whole thing incredibly amusing.
One more horsey anecdote: while the farrier was working on Bonfire's right front hoof, she kept swtiching her tail at flies. Bonfire has a lovely tail, courtesy of her Arabian sire. Namely it's full, lush, and very very long. So she kept whapping the poor farrier on the head. Of course he was bent over so she was just flicking his hat, but I'm sure some strands were making face contact. He finally had enough and reached up to yank some of the shorter hairs out of the top of her tail. She did jump a bit. He went back to working on her feet, and and she immediately whacked him again. I cracked up and translated for the farrier, "That'll show you!" He gave me an exasperated look, so I took pity on him (and Bonfire) and went to her right side. I held her lead rope with my left hand, and grabbed her tail in my right. Bonfire didn't like it very much, but she just gave me the evil eye and tried to swish her tail anyway. I'm sure I seemed very odd, standing there with my arms spread wide. A rope in one hand, and Bonfire's tail in the other. See pic below for an impromptu illustration. (Ahh! Artistic bunnies! Would that they happened more often...)
Once Ginger was finished, it was Bonfire's turn. And of course, the moment Bonfire was out of her line of sight, it was Ginger's turn to freak out. "Neiiiigh!!! Where'd you go?!?! We're both too old for petty acts of revenge!!! Neiiiigh!!!" Ginger's neigh is deeper and more raspy than Bonfire's, but she was investing some real effort into it. "Neiiiiiigh!" Bonfire even replied once, which is more than Ginger did for her. :P Ginger's an old bag at 33, so I guess it's to be expected for her to ignore the
And of course, I found the whole thing incredibly amusing.
One more horsey anecdote: while the farrier was working on Bonfire's right front hoof, she kept swtiching her tail at flies. Bonfire has a lovely tail, courtesy of her Arabian sire. Namely it's full, lush, and very very long. So she kept whapping the poor farrier on the head. Of course he was bent over so she was just flicking his hat, but I'm sure some strands were making face contact. He finally had enough and reached up to yank some of the shorter hairs out of the top of her tail. She did jump a bit. He went back to working on her feet, and and she immediately whacked him again. I cracked up and translated for the farrier, "That'll show you!" He gave me an exasperated look, so I took pity on him (and Bonfire) and went to her right side. I held her lead rope with my left hand, and grabbed her tail in my right. Bonfire didn't like it very much, but she just gave me the evil eye and tried to swish her tail anyway. I'm sure I seemed very odd, standing there with my arms spread wide. A rope in one hand, and Bonfire's tail in the other. See pic below for an impromptu illustration. (Ahh! Artistic bunnies! Would that they happened more often...)
And for the record, Full Throttle energy drink tastes much better than Red Bull, which is like drinking liquid hard candy. Ghaaaa! So sweeeet! DX I can't believe they market Red Bull towards men! *chokes at the memory* But Full Throttle tastes like Mountain Dew or Sprite. Lemony and rather yummy. And it works, too, as it's perked me right up. Heh.
Energy drinks FTW!!!!
EDIT: I'm pouting now b/c not one of the various aritsts who read my journal had anything to say about my cute pic. I guess no one wants to see anything but anime fanart....*sulks in the corner* I know my arms in the pic need work, but it's so cute....*sulk sulk sulk*