Join Date: Oct 2013
Location: I'm an American girl living in southwest France
This wasn't done to a horse, and it wasn't me who did it, but it was so funny hearing my son's offended tone on the phone today, I had to share.
My horse's paddock was filled with these *****ery weeds, and my son was looking to earn some cash, so I was paying him to go clean the paddock out. He had to use a pickaxe to get the roots out and was getting *****ed for hours. The sun was blazing hot and the humidity very high.
He called me a few hours into the job very upset. I asked him what was wrong. This is pretty much what he said:
Son: "Thanks for telling me Organdy's in another paddock, Mom!"
Me: "What's the big deal?"
Son: "I just spent 3 hours cleaning out the wrong paddock, that's what's wrong!"
Me: "Uhhh ... didn't you see that the horse standing next to you wasn't my horse?"
Son: "No! Not until I looked sideways at it and saw this giant wiener hanging down!"
Organdy is a mare.
She was standing in the paddock directly across from where he was working, staring at him the whole time, probably wondering what the heck he was doing in there. I'm sure if she had known how to use a cell phone, she could have texted me this message: "Your dopey son is at it again ..."
“When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. ” ~ William Shakespeare