Leaving giant steaming piles on my patio


Why, it’s Cinnamon! Everyone’s favorite super-geriatric AQHA! And what you can’t see is that about a foot behind her tail is my kids’ swingset.

The story is long, humiliating, and involves chasing and inappropriate displays of pajama-ed (and not so pajama-ed) bottoms, but the short version is MFM (major fence malfunction) and NSIODP (now she’s in our dog pen). Friday is the first opportunity we’ll have to fix her fence (we think deer got tangled in the electrical tapes and tore half the thing down, and the charger was iffy to begin with), so until that point I get to yell at barking dogs who are pretty sure that she is Something Major.

Actually, the dogs are VERY funny about her. It has totally woken the instinctive responses to somewhat hilarious effect.

The corgis go “OK, large, smells like hay. Must be Cow. Hold it still. DO NOT AT ALL COSTS LET IT LEAVE. Send Cow back to hay pile! Send Cow back again! BAD COW!”

The terriers go “OK, large, smells like hay. Definitely Giant Rat. KILL AND EAT GIANT RAT!” They are so sure that it must be a huge rat that they’ll come running over, barking, and then dive into her hay and tunnel around, convinced that they’ll find her under there and be able to eat her. And then they pop back up again, see her, freak out barking, dive back into the hay again.

For obvious reasons, we’re letting them out only to do their business. Which means that my house has become a House of Destroyed Objects.

At least I’ve got better things to do than obsess over the election–right now the only reason I want to get past Tuesday is to get closer to Friday!

One thought on “Leaving giant steaming piles on my patio

  1. HA HA–someone else who lives my life. Our horse pasture butts up to the dog yard. Just imagine 3 clydesdales, two paints, a 30 yr old QH-who should know better and a 1000 golden retriver(aka the other paint gelding). I am continually getting updates from the dog herd as to what horse is where, are the ducks in the pond or up by the fence flapping their wings, or OMG-the neighbor’s cows are now in the corn field for the winter.

    Good luck and thanks for the chuckle today-now I know I’m not in this all alone!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s