I know what youre thinking, after her refrigerator incident this evening it cant get anymore exciting. Well..........youre wrong! After that we came home, and I started my chores at home. On my list for today was to trim one of our donkeys hooves and spray him down with mosquito spray. I did our sweet Annies hooves this weekend with no problem. She is a doll. Spike, on the other hand, is a real piece of work when you have to catch him. Luckily, I have experience with him (for what its worth). I gathered my halter, lead rope, fly spray, and hoof trimming supplies. I hid the fly spray and hoof tools behind the bench in his pen. Then I hid the halter and lead rope behind my back. I went through the gate and quickly wrapped my right arm around his neck and used my left arm to get the halter over his nose. All 400 pounds of him was rearing up and fussing. Hes no dummy. He knew what was coming. Somehow in this mess I dropped the lead rope. So now here I was with a halter on him as he pulls back and rears up...and all I have to hold is the halter. I am yelling for Jacob to come and help me reach the lead rope, but not to my surprise...he doesnt hear me. So I have to pull and tug back and forth until I can get just close enough to reach out and grab it. I finally got it attached and had much better control, or at least thats what I thought. I picked up the bottle of mosquito spray to begin spraying him and he not only rears up but decides that running forward with me in tow seems like a much better idea. So here we go, the 400 pound mini donkey and myself. Im digging into the sand with my favorite pair of Converse (I didnt think Id need my boots...what was I thinking) and hes digging in with his overgrown hooves. This goes on for a few minutes until I get him (or he gets me) close enough to a tree to tie him up. We are both spent so we come to a sort of stand still for a minute or so. Then I get him tied and go to work spraying him. During this time he mellows out and seems to give in. So I start picking out his back hooves and trimming them. All is well...until he gets his second wind. I start on a front hoof and Im picking it out when he decides to lean into me with all of his weight. He knew that I would have to put the hoof down to steady his weight and mine. As Im putting his hoof down to readjust, my dear husband appears out of nowhere and wants to know what Im doing and if Id like some help. I give him a glare and catch him up to speed on the events leading up to the present time. First, he let out a chuckle. Then, he asked if I needed help. And to think that I just helped him push a refrigerator on a dolly down the worst street in Flour Bluff. Oh well, the job is done now.
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 01:18:42 +0000
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