I opened the gate to Manny's paddock and ducked under the single strand of hot-wire.I opened the gate to Manny's paddock and ducked under the single strand of hot-wire. Walking to the walkk-in shelter, I could hear Manny stomping the ground. Irritated by flies again. Especially the nasty, biting, blood sucking, shark jawed vampires from hell. Horse flies and deer flies. Ick. Nasty little green eyed devils. I reached the walk in shelter and found Manny in a state of "semi-sleep". He just kind of dozes off on his feet. Head hangs real low and his eyes sort of shut, but not all the way. He always looks goofy like that. I opened the can of "Vita-hoove" (tm) and started to smear the shit onto his feet. He always picks up the foot I am painting, makes it kind of interesting. I finished his feet and put the can of ..... stuff away. I started scratching his neck, he always likes that, this time was no exception. I continued my scratching motions till I reached his back. There, at the place people would call the small of their back, I began a slow side to side rubbing motion with the palm of my hand. Manny has learned the this motion is the one I use when I intend to play with his private parts. And sure enough, he began to let his penis drop out of his sheath. |