Join Date: Mar 2010
Location: Ontario, Canada
• Horses: 0
My cousins are all city people, and I used to walk through a ****ty barn in my sandals just to gross them out, even though-obviously-it's not something I particularly enjoyed myself. Lol. I once caught my hand on a nail or something out in the barn and came into the house, blood streaming down my arm...let's just say it freaked them out pretty bad.
Ooo, another story I always enjoy recalling is: in grade 6 or something, all my friends were town girls, so when I'd be getting my calf ready [to show] they'd be in the barn watching and cooing over the animals...so anyways, my cow took a crap right before we were going in the ring so I told them to get paper towels and wipe it off her legs (I'm not going to-I've got my whites on!) and my friend got it all down her arm. She was like, FREAKING OUT and I just laugh and walk into the ring.
I got teased by some of the guys in my classes for living on a farm quite a bit...yeah, virtually the entire way through elementary school I was the only kid who lived on a farm.. Anyways, w/e. They were as*es anyways.
And...one more story. My -former- best friend was also a town kid, and I brought her over and put her on Buddy, who's this tiny little pony who is as lazy as the devil, and she was afraid to squeeze his sides and make him go, so he was just wandering off to eat grass with her sitting there just looking at me helplessly. I have to say she deserved it, though. She's done so many awful-like, truly awful, not just joking-things to me over the years. That was mild.