I received a phone call from my mother, asking me how Tuff is doing and how much he's grown since she's last seen him. She then reminded me that I haven't sent her a official christmas picture of her grandson. Soooo.... The redneck brain of mine got to thinking.. Perhaps I should send her ONE picture of the both of them together. Well that's easy enough if I simply send my son outside to snap a picture of him next to Tuff in the pasture, but OH NO! That wouldn't be "Christmasy" enough. So I decided to take a picture of my son and Tuff by the Christmas tree and send it to my mom. Of course though, the Christmas tree is in my living room. I felt it would be a pretty quick in and out procedure, and I also thought to myself that Tuff is just a little guy so it wouldn't harm anything to have him duck in and out of the house for a memorable photo.
Well, it wasn't until he got into the house that I realized HOW BIG he seems to be now that he's inside. He has definitely, definitely, definitely grown. He took up the whole kitchen. I moved the coffee table out of the way and led him over to the Christmas tree which he proceeded to try to eat. As he tugged on the artificial branches with his mouth, he knocked the whole Christmas tree over, ornaments and all. *CRASH!!!* Tuff was a trooper though, and I assume that in this instance any other horse would have proceeded to destroy the entire house in a panic. But Tuff thankfully just stood perfectly still and looked at the tree as if to say "What the HECK??? Fake FOOD???" We quickly re-erected our miserable fake tree with the pretty ornaments barely hanging on, and the tree-topper angel was now completely lop-sided and one inch away from falling to her doom.
I told my son to pose as quickly as he could with Tuff by the tree, and I quickly snapped a Christmas picture for my mother. Tuff was quickly escorted out of the house (For the LAST and only time) back to the comfort of his pasture.
Sooo, here's the final, memorable Christmas photo of my son and Tuff:
http://i39.tinypic.com/10nb907.jpg
Barely fitting into the kitchen:
http://i43.tinypic.com/302vyg6.jpg
Well, it wasn't until he got into the house that I realized HOW BIG he seems to be now that he's inside. He has definitely, definitely, definitely grown. He took up the whole kitchen. I moved the coffee table out of the way and led him over to the Christmas tree which he proceeded to try to eat. As he tugged on the artificial branches with his mouth, he knocked the whole Christmas tree over, ornaments and all. *CRASH!!!* Tuff was a trooper though, and I assume that in this instance any other horse would have proceeded to destroy the entire house in a panic. But Tuff thankfully just stood perfectly still and looked at the tree as if to say "What the HECK??? Fake FOOD???" We quickly re-erected our miserable fake tree with the pretty ornaments barely hanging on, and the tree-topper angel was now completely lop-sided and one inch away from falling to her doom.
I told my son to pose as quickly as he could with Tuff by the tree, and I quickly snapped a Christmas picture for my mother. Tuff was quickly escorted out of the house (For the LAST and only time) back to the comfort of his pasture.
Sooo, here's the final, memorable Christmas photo of my son and Tuff:
http://i39.tinypic.com/10nb907.jpg
Barely fitting into the kitchen:
http://i43.tinypic.com/302vyg6.jpg