Originally Posted by deserthorsewoman
Soooo true. My farrier asked for hazardous duty pay....nothing was safe...not even his knitted cap. Doing repairs in the barn, you had to constantly push noses away from running powertools.
When picking poop in the paddock I was never alone....when getting the last one who would fit in the wheelbarrow it was dumped while I had my back turned...horse running away, tail straight up, laughing......
We need the pedigree, WS is right
That just reminded me when my mare (who wasn't being trimmed - she had already been done and was just hanging aroung ) grabbed my farriers cigarettes off the ground and took off with smokes trailing behind her. Ahh, priceless.
Or when Roxy pulled the gas line off the quad and had me there for HOURS (while she stood by and got scratches while I cursed modern motor vehicles - little brat - wasn't until I found out what was wrong that I realised what she was doing over by the quad).
Or when Maiden grabbed the plastic bag and ran through the herd scaring the crap out of everyone.
Or Bree unplugged the welder while my gate was getting fixed.
Or Rev, who grabbed my mom's dog by the scruff of the neck and tried to carry him.
Ah.... Memories... LOL