Prankster

Ok, so I'm hooked. I can't stop blogging. But I am going to back down on a few things so I may not blog as often. But I do have a few stories I'd like to share.

The other night I was out in the pasture, watching the stars and the farmer wrap up picking corn. It was quiet, cool, and I was alone. I guess I just needed some downtime to re-evaluate some things going on right now. No worries for the horses though.

I only sat out there for about a half hour before the wind picked up (go figure it's SD). The horses were down in the low area of the pasture and I decided I wanted alone time. After awhile of laying there watching the stars, I heard a coon singing. I don't really like being alone, in the dark without some type of "weapon". The only thing I had was an empty pop bottle. Not really good a good weapon to protect myself.

So I decided I'd call it a night and head to the house. As I was wandering amlessly back to the drylot, I heard something. It sounded like someone was running right for me. Of course, every nerve freaks out and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. I spin around, wave my hands, and let out a little screech.

Wanna know what it was?!?!

Any guesses?

None?

Not even a single one? Oh come on now, you know you want to say it.



The scary thing running up to me wasn't a coon, or a fox, or a coyote, or a freaky stalker, or anything like that. Nope, none of those.


It was....................................................



Bo



BAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I guess he was just so happy to see me out in the pasture that he came on a fast trot (and he has a ground eating trot). I spooked him with my waving arms and little screech that he took off at a lope past me for a few hundred feet.

When I realized it was Bo, I started laughing. Laughing so hard it brought tears to my eyes. That Bo. He's my heart horse for sure.

As I was talking and petting Bo, telling him what a naughty horse he was for scaring the crap out of me, I heard another noise. Wanna know what the noise was?

Any guesses?

Not a coon, not an owl, not a fox, not a pheasant.......

It was King huffing and puffing up the hill to see what Bo and I were up to. King is so fat now that he practically waddles around the pasture.

I think both Bo and King knew I needed a little bit of "luvin" and they wouldn't leave my side until I climbed the gate. I don't think they were happy that I left.

I've been so caught up with personal matters and looking at the bigger picture that I've forgotten the most important things....the horses.

So I may not go into hiatus like I thought. But I'm going to focus more on the horses at Borderlands for a little while. I hate to "retreat" but I think it'll do me some good... and I think the horses have been telling me this for a while. Who else would come up in the middle of a dark pasture to check out what's going on?