Join Date: Jun 2011
Location: Cariboo, British Columbia
My horses don't have to escape, my forgetful husband forgets to close gates behind himself after he plows snow. I work until 11pm, I drive up the road & think hmmmm, rather large deer, no, it's a PAINT!!!! Both horses are out, grazing on some sort of frozen weeds, I roll down the window, call & see if they will follow me home, nope, they blink, go back to eating. Why couldn't they just eat the hay at home in the breezeway of the barn? Great, it's -20F and I have to go catch horses, I am so mad. I go home & wake Mr. Forgetful up to drive me down the road so I don't have to walk there & back in the cold. At this point I don't care if he has to get up at 5AM. So I grab a bucket of grain, & we drive down there, I open the car window & hold out the bucket of grain, they come running, I tell hubby, back up & let them follow us. They did. All the way home into their paddocks. Good thing we live on a 2km long deserted road at the top of 2 hills.