Re(5): More mistakes IP: 188.8.131.52 Posted on 8/5/2011 at 01:55:15 PM by Tom Hebert
While we had some fun and good stuff in this thread, not one of you smartypants caught me up on misspelling playwright, and moving Faulkner from his home in Mississippi to Alabama. Spotting those mistakes was worth a coupon for a bag of sweet feed in Delaware -- just that kind of guy.
Anyway, I have had some comeuppances lately, which should bring joy in some corners. But last night's took the cake.
You see, the barn owners where I board Eusebio are now in travel status, so last evening I was at the barn to feed hay to the crowd, including Himself, the two Kigers, and the two big old overweight sweetheart QH mares he shares the feedlot with, when they ain't in the big pastures.
Anyway, when I feed, I get space and respect or horses don't get fed. They understand the rules. I can open the small steel gate and carry in the hay while they all stand by hoping I will die spilling the hay on the ground.
Well, Eusebio the Feedhound knows my truck sounds, so he is always at the gate waiting when I come around to the pile of newly-bailed hay. It's light evening feeding now, so I don't need a wheelbarrow, just a big armload of hay for the three critters.
Anyway, I always first open the latch, load up, come up to the gate, and then remind them all in the most courteous tones to get the hell back or I go to town now! Eusebio likes to establish the courteous zone himself. Nope. Back! Back!, I bellow. He grudgingly steps back. Back some more! OK, Ok, don't need to yell.
Well, I wasn't satisfied with his position relative to the gate, the armload of hay and me, so I pushed the gate open and then yelled again, Back Eusebio!
At which point last night, Eusebio had had enough of this dominance nonsense. He simply walked up to the gate and with his nose, closed it on me!
I am laughing as I write this. Last night I was laughing so much that I know I overfed everyone.
Of course I had it coming.
As I often say, you are never alone on a Spanish Mustang. You're riding with conquistadors and a very special mind, one that demands fairness.