All the Pretty Horses
So I'm sitting here, at 1:30 in the morning, chatting with Una when my outdoor dogs goes -crazy-. It wasn't the typical, "Hey! The horses are crossing from one feild to the other! Hey! The wind's blowing! Hey! I hear another dog barking!" It was, "HEY!? HEY! HEY YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"
I panic.
I listen to how my dogs bark and pretty much know what message that they're trying to get across.
So, I get up and sneak to the back porch, the door was still open because the temperature was really nice, Thank God! I didn't see anything, so I go and flip on the front porch light, thinking that that would convince any prowler that "Uh oh! Someone's home!" (This small area that I live in has had people steal from us and even break into our cars, but thank God no ones broken into our homes). I go back to the back porch and my heart sinks. I see two horses coming towards the driveway from the road. I'm quick to put on my shoes, all this time, I've not told Una anything, didn't have the time for a brb, and head back outside.
My fear immediatly turns to relief when I see a bright solid blaze coming at me. Momma mare's blaze is more of a star and thick stripe that runs right down her face, but on the left side if you were to draw a line square down the middle. I realize that lo and behold, these are not my horses! I walk out to them. The one with the blaze is a very pretty paint, sorrel to an almost liver chestnut. Dunno if it was male or female, but high strung. I would be too. LoL The one with it was a small horse, it could have been a small Tn walker or a morgan, and it was calm enough to finally let me grab it's halter and lead her to the small gate on the big feild. I could not for the life of me get the latch on the gate open. It just wouldn't open. I let go of the horse, as there's no traffic really and try to open the gate. It wouldn't budge.
The two horses and my two girls are having a ball talking to each other over the fence. I was really pleased with how Deigh and Lady behaved. Well, the horses went over to the other neighbors past the big feild, and by the time I got the gate open finally, they ran across the road and down the drive where the nice people moved in where my hay man used to live. I had a feeling that's who they belonged to, and I thought if they were home, they would stay there, or if they didn't belong there, at least they were -way- away from the road and could stay with their horses.
Skip to 6:00 a.m.
Momma hollars at me loudly and tells me that there's two horses at the fence. I lift my head after three hours of sleep and say, "Yeah, I know. I was wrangling them at 1:30 this morning." (I was out there with them for half an hour and went to be at 3:00 because I was wired.) So, I go out there and the horses slow the traffic down (Praise God they were ok and didn't get hit) and went back to the house they ran to this morning in the wee hours. Well, Momma pulls out and then goes to that house and tells them the story, they were surprised and very very nice. (They had a HUGE cross on their house during Christmas, a HUGE plus.) And she saw them in their back field when she came home.
So. All's well that ends well. Praise God. I'm so happy it wasn't my girls out.
Oh, when I was standing out there after the horses ran back to their home in the wee hours of the morning, coyotes were howling, and they were close. *That* was scary, because of their close proxemity and the fact that they sounded like wolves. They even freaked my dogs out.
I panic.
I listen to how my dogs bark and pretty much know what message that they're trying to get across.
So, I get up and sneak to the back porch, the door was still open because the temperature was really nice, Thank God! I didn't see anything, so I go and flip on the front porch light, thinking that that would convince any prowler that "Uh oh! Someone's home!" (This small area that I live in has had people steal from us and even break into our cars, but thank God no ones broken into our homes). I go back to the back porch and my heart sinks. I see two horses coming towards the driveway from the road. I'm quick to put on my shoes, all this time, I've not told Una anything, didn't have the time for a brb, and head back outside.
My fear immediatly turns to relief when I see a bright solid blaze coming at me. Momma mare's blaze is more of a star and thick stripe that runs right down her face, but on the left side if you were to draw a line square down the middle. I realize that lo and behold, these are not my horses! I walk out to them. The one with the blaze is a very pretty paint, sorrel to an almost liver chestnut. Dunno if it was male or female, but high strung. I would be too. LoL The one with it was a small horse, it could have been a small Tn walker or a morgan, and it was calm enough to finally let me grab it's halter and lead her to the small gate on the big feild. I could not for the life of me get the latch on the gate open. It just wouldn't open. I let go of the horse, as there's no traffic really and try to open the gate. It wouldn't budge.
The two horses and my two girls are having a ball talking to each other over the fence. I was really pleased with how Deigh and Lady behaved. Well, the horses went over to the other neighbors past the big feild, and by the time I got the gate open finally, they ran across the road and down the drive where the nice people moved in where my hay man used to live. I had a feeling that's who they belonged to, and I thought if they were home, they would stay there, or if they didn't belong there, at least they were -way- away from the road and could stay with their horses.
Skip to 6:00 a.m.
Momma hollars at me loudly and tells me that there's two horses at the fence. I lift my head after three hours of sleep and say, "Yeah, I know. I was wrangling them at 1:30 this morning." (I was out there with them for half an hour and went to be at 3:00 because I was wired.) So, I go out there and the horses slow the traffic down (Praise God they were ok and didn't get hit) and went back to the house they ran to this morning in the wee hours. Well, Momma pulls out and then goes to that house and tells them the story, they were surprised and very very nice. (They had a HUGE cross on their house during Christmas, a HUGE plus.) And she saw them in their back field when she came home.
So. All's well that ends well. Praise God. I'm so happy it wasn't my girls out.
Oh, when I was standing out there after the horses ran back to their home in the wee hours of the morning, coyotes were howling, and they were close. *That* was scary, because of their close proxemity and the fact that they sounded like wolves. They even freaked my dogs out.
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