As I alluded in my last Nay post, on Saturday, Nay one the award of WORST PONY EVER.
You see, he’s really very good.
Except. Sometimes he’s NOT. Sometimes he’s bad. VERY VERY BAD.
This didn’t cause much of a stir on instagram, but facebook? Questions were asked.
You see, Nay decided walking was overrated. And decided that he’d rather rear and spin his way to turnout. I wasn’t leading him, so it was all good (no, not really, lol). He was really a turd. And Subi joined in a bit (but MEAN MOM)… So, upon FREEDOM, the 2 thoroughbred idiots, went running around like utter fools, rolling, running, bucking, rearing, and stirring up trouble.
While they were carrying on? I set out to fill up one of the water troughs. That didn’t quite work. See, I had to heaving , out of breath, sweaty, and thirsty ponies. Subi took and drink and moved on. Nay? No. He took the hose.
Yes, he took the hose.
And sprayed me.
And then proceeded to try and play TUG OF WAR WITH MY HOSE.
And then he gave me that look. And it was hard to be mad at him. But I did take my hose back…
But then Wednesday, I was trying on his new bridle for size before conditioning it and realized I really needed a bit… So, I walked into my basement to see what I could find, leaving him at the door. I started taking the bit off another bridle and Nay got sick of waiting (patience is not his strong suit).
Next thing I know, Nay is standing IN MY BASEMENT WITH ME.
So folks, mark January 15, 2020 on your calendar. That is the date that Nay officially tried to be my dog. And when I say he walked in, I’m not talking about his front feet, I’m talking about his entire body was standing inside my basement. And he suddenly lost his backing skills so I had to walk him in further and turn him around to get him back out. He is NOT scared of my basement (Jiminy is). He was quite happy in there and knows that’s where I keep the feed. Help me, please.
But, worst pony ever? Once I was done with him? I turned him back out. It was dark. Nay was convinced that DARKNESS = STALL. So, for the next 2 hours, he had a temper tantrum. Forget the fact that he is brought in between 8 and 9pm every night and it was 6:05pm…
So, worst pony ever. Coming to a sale barn near you… Maybe.