Life is a highway....
I am living a dream as I travel and explore our world. What will I find around the next corner?
Friday, November 18, 2011
Pippin and Doc can access their stalls from the run-in shed. Generally when I begin rustling in the hay (I said rustling, not wrestling!) they trot into their respective stalls from the back and I am greeted by two eager faces peering over the fench doors at the front. Except for last night....
Pippin, move your lard butt I can't get into my stall.
I can't move.
I seem to be stuck.
Well, back up.
No, you back up.
I was here first!
Their predicament, which they solved with a little bit of force (is there any other way? Oh, and all was OK; horses and the door) reminded me of Winnie the Pooh:
Winnie the Pooh: [tries to climb out the front door of Rabbit's house but is stuck] Oh, oh, help and bother! I'm stuck.
Rabbit: Oh, dear. Oh, gracious. Oh. Well, it all comes from eating too much.