Whose only fit companion is his horse.~William Cowper, Conversation 1 412.(1781)
While I was shoveling bebezhigooganzhiiwimoo wan (horse manure) for 3 days, Scooter often watched me struggle with the wheel barrow.
I swear, he had this look on his face that said, “at it again huh?”
After all the years Ive cleaned up after him, Scooter is still a BIG slob.
The past weekend and Monday, I did double barn duty work. I was making up for some laziness I fell prey to while I was ill-stricken with pneumonia or when the weather was just too darn cold and nasty to be outside in.
I do have to say, my barn, stalls, and loafing shed look wonderful.
Ummmm, my manicure does not.
“Snort! is that a person on a bike? I must get a better look!”
Scooter takes off at a gallop, runs to the North forty to gawk at some kids on bikes….
Scooter loves kids on bikes.
Kids, who of course, dismount their bikes, throw them haphazardly in the ditch, spokes still spinning wildly. Then the youngsters reach over the fence giving Scooter a pat on the neck.
Scooter knows these kids, they ride by often to their Grandparent’s house who have the itty, bitty, dun pony…….with the itty bitty cute whinny we can hear at our place if the wind is out of the North.
When the short visit is over and the kids ride off, Scooter whinnies back at me. He lopes up to the barn, jumping over the little spring in the middle of the trees. Scooter gives a couple of tail flying prances and snorts in a big circle around me. Freddie tries to match him with a half-hearted buck then goes back to standing and watching me intently work the wheel barrow.
When Scooter finishes his showing off, he walks over to me and nudges me in the back until I give him a cheek scratch and shoo him away.
My stoic companion, Freddie.
Freddie never tries to get in the way or get my attention while I am working….unlike some other hooved equine creature I know, he demands ALL of my attentions.
Why else would I have him tattooed on my body???
um, no. I will not be getting Freddie tattooed anywhere, ever.