August 26th, 2010
The excitement we had last night, I can do without.
Apparently, someone managed to unhook our back gate. The theory is that they didn't lock it up after themselves (teens petting the donkey? Who knows?).
I suddenly started hearing Zoey the horse whinnying and I heard the pounding of hooves, so I ran downstairs to see what was up. I found that Zoey had been locked away, and I let her out, but then I realized that MaiMai, BooBoo, and Yogi were not in the corral. The back gate was open!
I pelted back into the house to warn forestcats, and then grabbed a shirt and flashlight. Pandemonium ensued, but Yogi surrendered quickly to my wife. The other two, not so much. We scurried around the neighborhood (neigh! neigh!). Finally, with the help of some of our neighbors, the errant equines were returned to their corral. Oy!
This running around, of course, set off my beloved's lung issues, and she was too wired to go to sleep...
To finish the night, we watched the first show of fourth season Dexter. Just what we needed!
Love, thank you for the initiative to find out about the neighing, I couldn't hear it over the TV.
This was one emergency that we didn't work out a contingency plan. Shuzbutt.
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I didn't want a repeat of Naomi barking at the baby possum...
Oh and then Dexter with the car rolling scene... great for the psyche
It didn't really remind me of our history, since he wasn't hit by some other vehicle, and we didn't have a cut up body in the trunk.
Having a pick-up truck cuts down on the ability to mass murder undetected.
True. Unless you have a sign on the side indicating that you work for a mortuary.
When I was young, I'd never ever ever think of walking into somebody's corral.
I used to stand at the fence and coax the horses to me to pet them.
A few carrots in your hand is a dandy horsey lure.
When you were young, though, they'd have hung a horsethief.
Without a trial.
Are y'all funnin' me, pardner?
Scary, I hope your wife is feeling okay now.
Much better, though a bit of albuterol helped as well.
We have all but one of our gates padlocked, because I fear that some kid will leave a gate open and my puppydog will get out. She is not very bright, and does not understand "the rules of the road."
The back gate IS padlocked, but apparently the log had jammed, and wouldn't engage, and forestcats
hadn't gotten around to replacing it, and she didn't mention the issue to me.
It's going to be dealt with today.
Speaking as a wife trying to juggle too many things, I can see how it would slip her mind to not remember to mention it. Until some fool left it open, it was not really a high priority item.
It had to have happened after I fed because all noses were accounted for at that time.
So, something between two and four hours earlier. Most likely, though, it had just happened, and Zoey whinnied from loneliness.
No blame intended. It's just the way things worked out.
Oh Dexter...I must disagree and say that Dexter can make anything better. I do love that show and might be bias, though.
We used to own a horse boarding stable before Gavin was born. We had two separate jail breaks...each time involving at least 7 horses. Never pretty so I feel your pain.
Our neighbors to the west had an escape some years ago; I had to use my car to cut them off in front of the house until our neighbor came out with a handful of alfalfa. Sudden friendship!