Recently, when Peggy and her friends came to pick me up at the Horse Protection Association of Florida, I agreed to get on such a contraption - mostly because it was raining and secondly because I was confused. I didn't know what was happening or where I might be going.
Anyway, for the next two and one half hours, that stupid little box rolled down the highway. It was raining cats and dogs! There were lots of cars, big trucks, loud sounds and lots and lots of motion. I was alone and I was afraid.
When we got to Peggy's I made up my mind, I am not, no way and no how, ever getting back on one of those things! Yet, sure enough, a few days later, Peggy expects me to get on another one. This isn't even the one she brought me home in - it belongs to her friend Caren. Now, I saw that there was a horse on that trailer and I don't know if he knows something I don't, but I am NOT getting on that trailer. And just to prove the point, I didn't!
Peggy and Caren both asked me and asked me. I said no, no and hell no! Then they finally gave up and we just went on a trail ride! Crisis averted. I was so glad. Happy to go for a ride but not on one of those scary looking box things.
About a week or so later, Peggy asked me again to get into a box. I said no, again. In fact, I said no for more than five hours. I can't even believe she spent that much time asking me. I am happy to report, however, that I never got in trouble, but she kept tapping me on the butt, on the leg, on my side - tap, tap, tap. How irritating. But, I have a very strong will and I am NOT getting into that box.
Just recently, Peggy sent her friend Liz Kanan over to play this game all over again. Only this time, even I was amazed, I got on the trailer!
On Saturday, Liz came over to Peggy's again. We went on a nice ride down at the Lee Ranch. Yeah - I didn't have to get on the box! When we got back, Liz showed Peggy how well I'm doing and I gave her a little bit of a fight - just for show. I even reared up real high on my back legs. But then, I walked right into the box! Yuk!
Next day, Liz showed up again. I hope this isn't going to become a habit. Anyway, we went on another really nice ride - all the way out to the river. We had a couple of scares - some deer jumping out of the woods, lots of cows, but nothing really too scary - not like that damn box.
Then, Liz let Peggy walk me into that confounded box. But, just to surprise everyone, I walked right in! Haha. Only this time, they closed this divider thing - then it was really, really small. I still had my food so I wasn't too unhappy. Then Liz got in the trailer - that's odd. The truck started up and then started to move - oh no! What is happening? Well it was just for a minute or so, so it really wasn't too bad. Then, they opened the divider and told me I could come out. I wanted to turn around and walk out but Liz made me walk backwards - I couldn't even see where I was going but I managed to get out of that box without a problem. Hopefully, I won't be seeing Liz for a awhile.
Monday morning, Peggy comes out to the barn early, feeds everyone and leaves. Only today, she feeds Reno and Tahoe and then takes my food bucket out to that darn old box. What? What is she doing? She hung my bucket on the box - do I have to eat in there? Well, just to find out, I walked right in - surprised Peggy big time. She closed that silly divider and then left me alone. She did come back and check on me a few minutes later. I was still eating.
I started to make a little bit of noise - just to see what would happen. Sure enough, a few minutes later, here comes Peggy. She thought I was done eating, so she opened the divider and boy did I hurry out of there. I went so fast I bumped my head on the way out. Reminder to self - don't do that again.
Then I got to go back in my stall, finish my breakfast and have some hay. I'll keep you posted on how all of this is going. I may have a few more tricks up my sleeve!
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