But then again, he HAS been exposed to this kind of treatment in the past.But then again, he HAS been exposed to this kind of treatment in the past. I'll have to give it some time before it gets to be like it has been. Oh yes! I picked out his feet again and used the hose to scrub them out. He lets me pick them up, but he has been starting to put his weight on me when I have his feet in hand. He did that once and I let go, then he tried it again and I just stepped out to the side and pulled his foot WAY up! The silly shit damn near fell over! "That's right did, fall over! See if I even TRY and help you out! I just might jump on yer fucking neck and hold you down while I scrub out yer feet you stooooopid horse!" He didn't try anything dumb like that again, today at least. ;-) MOnday, Sept 3, 1990- Labor day! Spent a good 3 hours with the Did monster today. Nothing amazing. Just a few grabs and licks and such not. Tuesday, Sept 4, 1990- Well, I got there and Did was-a-waiting! RIght up by the fence. Today was a bit chilly for this time of year. It was about 75f. According to Pam, did had been running around in his paddock all day long. He was feeling good. REAL good! I took him into the walk in shed and started my usual brushing routine. Hell, he kept looking outside with his ears all pricked up and kept swaying back and forth. "Oh my gawwwd! He's weaving! That's supposed to be a bad habbit! Holy shit! What do I do now?" I decided to try smacking him a few times when he did that, but he just looked so intensely pissed off, no, that's not right, not pissed. |