Well that is not good.
I had not heard the dogs bark or anything, but as I run out, I look up to the paddock, and that there is my horse. So the highway black and white horse is at least not mine. Small grace.
Sure enough though, there is a black and white pony running around next to the road, so I open the gates and have the guys drive the horse through. It is a pony, and definitely not mine, and it is racing up the drive toward my horse, who might be in heat, so that would explain things, for the pony is a male. I lock the gates, thank the guys, and go after the pony, closing gates as I get to them, so at least the little beast is contained. With a halter I drive him into the paddock, secure him there, where he races the fence and makes squealing noises at Sweetpea, who promptly bucks and rears.
Ah spring has literally sprung!
I call the vet, and she can think of one person who might own the pony, so I call Janel, the hairdresser and get the 411, which is her address as well. Janel soon finds out where the pony belongs, and sends help. The pony is picked up in short order.
Well after that excitement I take the dogs for a walk, and Decibel finds an empty plastic bottle, and races around crunching it, and playing with it. She goes into the pond, and puts the bottle down to drink, but the thing floats off. Decibel is confused. Why is it moving? She sits down in the water, studying the situation, just her head sticking out. The bottle is floating, sailing across the little pond.
Then she has an idea!
Decibel jumps up, hops out of the pond, races to the other side, jumps back in, swims about three paddles worth, grabs the bottle, gets back to shore and races around triumphantly with her newly caught bottle. Well, she was pretty clever about it, running to the other side.
I hope there won't be more excitement today, this was enough fun.
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