Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Last night I had the “opportunity” to catch Cha’cote twice while loose in the yard. I had turned him loose so I could muck out his corral. The first was relatively non eventful. He was down in the ditch, and after I survived NOT falling while traversing the rocks and hill, he walked to the far end and finally let me catch and halter him. I brought him up to the flat part and started to play with him. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I had this notion to try the “spin and go”. I must have been smoking crack at work again (actually it was a horrible day at work) I had the end of the 12’ line and went to walk behind him. As soon as the rope touched his but, he bolted. Luckily no learn burn as I was already at the end of the rope, though I certainly deserved one for sure. So now he is trotting around the yard like any other domestic horse that is superior to his human. I got the stick and string and wiggled it enough to get him to come out of the ditch again, but now he is headed to the back yard. I get back there and he lets me real close, but takes off again for the front yard. Funny how he didn’t seem to mind the rope touching his but as he was evading me! By the time I gimped my way to the front yard, he looked at me and decided I could catch him. Thank God. I was not in the mood to play ring around the house. It royally sucks when my son makes me play it. Amazing how big my itty bitty house gets after 2 laps. It won't be long before he figures out that I really am NOT faster than him. So we played our 7 games and I then decided to start a friendly game that up to last night, he was unwilling to play with me. Letting me touch him while he grazes. If I am touching him, he will not lower hi head to graze. Well I stood there rubbing him, over a tall patch of his favorite weeds, till he just couldn’t take it any more. Munch, munch, rub, rub, two partners in a tub! After that, we called it a night and I put him to bed.