I did promise to tell you the story of Daddy and the horse. It doesn't seem as funny now, but a few weeks ago Mommy and Daddy went to brunch with Grandma and Grandpa, and the restaurant has a field of horses.
Mommy and Daddy were early, so Daddy went to pet the horses. He didn't stop to get them carrots, and they're used to getting carrots. There were four horses, and Mommy says that three were very nice, but the white one got really mad at Daddy for not bringing him a carrot...so he bit Daddy.
I'm really not sure why Mommy thought this was so funny, but she still laughs about it now. Daddy got a bruise from the horse, and apparently brought him lots of carrots after brunch.
If anyone had thought to bring me along to this "brunch" thing, I would have protected my Daddy from the evil horsies. You betcha.
Yet another example of how leaving me out of eating experiences is NEVER the right choice.
Take care all, and watch for Ninja horsies.
Rudy, the absent protector
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Rudy, your beloved cousin Cubby (may he rest in peace) had a penchant for horses. He saw them. He wanted to be with them. He thought that they were giant dogs.
ReplyDeleteYour cousin Cubby loved to ride in the car. And he went everywhere. All the way to Denver Colorado and back, all over Manitoba, doing something called "camping" (remind me to tell you the story about Cubby and the campground and the Hell's Angels - but I digress).
Anyway.....one time when we were "on the road", and passing by a field of horses, Cubby was trying to dig his way out through the car window, as usual, to get to said horses. We stopped. We got out. We took Cubby to the wire fence to MEET a horse, MUZZLE TO MUZZLE. There were no carrots involved.
The horse was gentle and kind. Happy to meet a "small - brown - brother - from - another - mother". Cubby.....was less than impressed. We think it was the size differential. There was considerable bugging out of the eyes, ear flattening, and tail-between-the-legs action.
It turned out that these GIANT DOGS were not as interesting up close and personal as Cubby thought they would be. Turns out, in fact, horses are just like dogs and cats and people. Some are nice, some are cranky. Some even BITE when they don't get what they want.
Rudy, I know you can BE the BIGGER DOG and forgive the horse that bit your Dad. After all, that horse got just a "small taste" of what a really great Dad is. Yours.
NOW STOP EATING SOCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love you, Auntie B.