Join Date: Mar 2009
Location: Middle-of-Nowhere, Illinois
Norman scrapes his teeth on metal. Anything metal. The bars on his stall, the gates. It gives me the willies. It's like fingernails on a chalkboard.
Victor always wants to be last to come in when it's feeding time. It's the weirdest thing. Last time I fed, I had to wait several minutes for him to come to me. (There was a big squelchy patch of mud and poop between us and I was NOT going to march through it. lol)
He just stood there in the lean-to, staring out at the rain for a while. Then he just walked over to me like, "Okay, I'm ready to come in now."
I guess it had to be on his schedule. lol God forbid I make anything inconvenient for His Majesty.
There was a horse at a barn I used to ride at named Willie. He was an absolute clown. He's stick his whole nose in the water trough and blow bubbles. He also untied himself frequently if they didn't double knot the quick-release knot.
Last edited by Jessabel; 03-27-2009 at 01:26 AM.