You guys are cracking me up! I thought I was done laughing (sorry guys, at you as well as in commiseration), when the sneezing/steering wheel/gun thing came up...oh man

leih

2 of my stories involving horses

First the typical longing of a young horse and it braking away. I refused to let go and found myself flying trough the air with a soft landing in a pile of sh...

Second
When falling of a horse the idea is that you role away from the horse
I had gym in school with 2 hours of high jumping. Here the idea is you arc your back in order to gain hight.
Right after school i went riding and the idea was that i jumped a hay 3 gallop pases further 2 more jumps
I jumped the hay but my stirup got hooked in the hay and the safety opened. So i didn't have a stirrup at my lift side. I felt for it and thought that it was there so i put pressure on my foot and slid of the horse. With my back arced. My back acted as a sled in the mud. I slided underneath the second obsticle and the horse jumped it.
Scared the hell out of me and i had muth everywhere.
Bad news was i still had 4 hourse training in front of me and no change of clothes

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Johan

This morning I decided to make Hambone a warm broth of lightly poached ground buffalo and a piece of steak meat.

That went well. Placed in a bowl on the floor (not in his usual spot), and called him. "sniff", ummm...no. Walks away and lays down. (shoot).

Kitten decides to hook out the steak meat and kill it all over the kitchen floor. Hooks it one last time, it flies into his cardboard box he plays in. He dives for it and slides across the floor. (Snickers coming from me.)

I go to get my coffee...no problems. Turn around, step into the bowl, slide across the floor, and fall head first into the sink. Broth and ground meat all over the floor. (Dog looks at me from the other room like I am idiot, and kitten peeks over the top of the box).

I need to leave for work. THEN, Hambone comes over and starts to drink his broth. Being the kind hearted mother I am, I let him. (Kitten is still killing his food and hooking it across the kitchen).

I get ready to leave, and slip in the broth that is STILL on the floor. He looks at me and proceeds to mop the floor for me.

(Kitten finally kills his food and takes it to the box to eat, diving into it and sliding it farther across the floor. Big eyes during the trip, but safe arrival).

Morals: Put the bowl in the same place. (At least no one witnessed this but the animals. )

although no one was there to witness my embarassment i have my own winter tale.

I had gotten myself a new nice puffy warm winter jacket. I chose a dark colour so that it wouldn't have to be washed as often as a light coloured jacket would and it would better match my black snow type pants I wear in the winter.

First night out with it, in the park with the dog. The field was quite icy and both of us were having some trouble walking.

Taz (the dog I had before Tucker) was wandering around the trees, doing what he did best, marking trees. I kept walking knowing the he would eventually catch up. Well, it seems that the new jacket matched my snow pants too well, and in the dark Taz couldn't see where I had gone. I had stopped to look at something making me somewhat invisible to him. So of course he's running in my direction full tilt because he's thinking that i've taken off. So 80lb pound dog running full tilt, on icy ground towards a 5'2 woman. He realizes where I am too late, scrabble to stop and slams right into the back of my legs. My feet fly out from under me and I land on my back. Unfortunately it knocks the wind totally out of me, so im there scrabbling on the ground trying to catch my breath, and fend off my dog who thinks it's GREAT that Im down on the ground at his level and proceeds to think it's play time.

Not fun, but luckily no one was there to see.

Moral of this story, I went back to wearing my light coloured jacket when we went out walking at night.

Wendy, I could totally picture that happening!!! I've over wondered how poor dog's eyesite must be, because I've hidden on mine in plain view when it's nearing dark, and if I stood perfectly still he'd circle around me, using his nose but unable to see me.

Jo, kind of makes you wonder what the animals think of us when something like that happens, no?