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<blockquote data-quote="Shari" data-source="post: 65031" data-attributes="member: 1848"><p>I have another to share, tho its not funny.</p><p></p><p>After DEX left when wee difficult child was a little being, it was just myself and difficult child 1 at home (easy child 1 wasn't there at the time). We were getting ready to go camping. Wee difficult child was about a year old. difficult child 1 was amazing with wee difficult child when wee difficult child was tiny, he tried so hard. Anyway, I thought he was watching wee difficult child while I got ready. He thougth I was watching wee difficult child while he got things ready. Turns out, neither of us were, and we realized this when we bumped into each other in the garage.</p><p></p><p>Our place at the time was small, but we had kept our horses and grazed them in the fenced yard as much as we could, in order to save our pasture. We had them out that night. difficult child 1 headed to the road to look (the most prominent danger), and I headed to the horses. We had 4 at the time, my mare, her colt, difficult child's paint mare, and easy child 1's ancient mare he called "Grandma", because she was so old, but her name was Red. But don't be fooled by age, Grandma was the orneriest one of the bunch. She tore out more fence in a year than the rest of the herd in a lifetime, she ripped the door off the stall, she was terribly buddy sour, in other words, she could be a pain.</p><p></p><p>Anyway, I found my mare, the colt, and difficult child 1's mare together grazing in a corner of the yard, but no Grandma (we have a 3 acre yard, so...) When I finally found Grandma, she was standing near the clothesline, just standing. Wee difficult child was on the inside of her front leg, with his arms and legs wrapped around her leg, sitting on the ground, giggling. You could see the grazing circle around her where she had eaten all the grass she could reach without moving, and there she stood, the looniest horse we owned, a tiny babe perched precariously between her giant feet, but so very calm and collected and knowing, waiting patiently for us to retrieve wee difficult child so she could rejoin her herd.</p><p></p><p>I walked up to her and plucked difficult child from between her legs and no more had him out of her way when she bolted, whinnying to rejoin her buddies in her usual, crazy, chaotic self. Don't ask me how they know, but they do...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shari, post: 65031, member: 1848"] I have another to share, tho its not funny. After DEX left when wee difficult child was a little being, it was just myself and difficult child 1 at home (easy child 1 wasn't there at the time). We were getting ready to go camping. Wee difficult child was about a year old. difficult child 1 was amazing with wee difficult child when wee difficult child was tiny, he tried so hard. Anyway, I thought he was watching wee difficult child while I got ready. He thougth I was watching wee difficult child while he got things ready. Turns out, neither of us were, and we realized this when we bumped into each other in the garage. Our place at the time was small, but we had kept our horses and grazed them in the fenced yard as much as we could, in order to save our pasture. We had them out that night. difficult child 1 headed to the road to look (the most prominent danger), and I headed to the horses. We had 4 at the time, my mare, her colt, difficult child's paint mare, and easy child 1's ancient mare he called "Grandma", because she was so old, but her name was Red. But don't be fooled by age, Grandma was the orneriest one of the bunch. She tore out more fence in a year than the rest of the herd in a lifetime, she ripped the door off the stall, she was terribly buddy sour, in other words, she could be a pain. Anyway, I found my mare, the colt, and difficult child 1's mare together grazing in a corner of the yard, but no Grandma (we have a 3 acre yard, so...) When I finally found Grandma, she was standing near the clothesline, just standing. Wee difficult child was on the inside of her front leg, with his arms and legs wrapped around her leg, sitting on the ground, giggling. You could see the grazing circle around her where she had eaten all the grass she could reach without moving, and there she stood, the looniest horse we owned, a tiny babe perched precariously between her giant feet, but so very calm and collected and knowing, waiting patiently for us to retrieve wee difficult child so she could rejoin her herd. I walked up to her and plucked difficult child from between her legs and no more had him out of her way when she bolted, whinnying to rejoin her buddies in her usual, crazy, chaotic self. Don't ask me how they know, but they do... [/QUOTE]
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