For a split second you
could swear he could see; cause It look like it to me. Man did it hurt!
Eddie doesn't see anything, and he is so good at being blind that you would bet your bottom dollar that he could see.
Never under estimate the blind, they will surprise more often than not. Eddie is always amazing
Us. It makes our days special having him here.
A few weeks ago Brian, my husband brought home apples that were donated to the horses.
I am always telling everyone here, " don't bring apples here". I don't mind treats at all, but to many apples don't keep the doctor away.
Anyways, I had put the apples in a bag to be thrown away the next day and was sure I set the bag back far enough away that the horses couldn't stick their heads in and get to them. So, I thought.
The next morning I was feeding the crew, and I always let the door stay open for Eddie to eat hay off the round bale. This keeps Eddie occupied long enough for me to get the other horses fed. I was coming past the hay barn to feed the horses in the bottom pasture when I looked up I noticed Eddie chewing, this chew was not of a hay chew. It was the chew of enjoyment. You know that chew. Total satisfaction: like eating a large bowl of your favorite ice cream. I ran up and noticed he had gotten into the apples. I gave him an ear full; not that it was going to help matters out. I started picking them up and looked at him as I grabbed a handful of apples, and to tell him to stop. As I was talking to him he reached over and bit my leg.
OUCH!!!! EDDIE!!!!
The look in his face was: Take that! These are my apples!
The bruises are all gone now, and so are the apples.:0)
3 comments:
what a lil stinker! Glad your leg is feeling better now.
I'd never have been able to comment here if it wasn't for the Google search engines working.
You see your blog was drawn to mine by virtue of the tags and key words which are obviously in both blogs. If you see my blogs you will notice that I use the Google facility.
Your horse sounds like a wonderful animal and I can see where you are coming from. I found it sad and yet happy at the same time. You must be truly animal lovers, particularly horses.
I met a horse last week. It was arranged because I had heard of a place that I never knew existed. Let me explain.
I've just completed co-authoring a book which is just about to be published. I'll show you later how you can learn more about this.
Although the book is fiction, I had no idea how facts hover around the periphery. I thought I had invented a horse training establishment in a small village near me, which I used for the backdrop to the (modern day) story.
Apparently the place is real and the fictional horse that I used is alive and well. Here are some comparisons for you to make:
The owner of the horse (a racehorse by the way) had to retire him early because of a leg injury. So did my fictitious owner, although he bought the horse lame intentionally.
The real horse, called Prince's Decree, is now a happy stud. So is my fictitious horse (Quah Dreamer) a very happy stud. This is why Steve (my character) wanted him so badly.
The real horse trainer is involved in activities which take him outside of his farm and training facilities. So does my fictitious horse trainer (and main character in the book).
The real horse is black and is well looked after. So is Quah Dreamer.
I could go on, but you will be more informed if you go to The Meadow home page and learn more about the promotion of "The Meadow". You will see Quah Dreamer here and his ancient name of Spethla. He is a reincarnated horse along with his human companions.
If you like what you see, I hope you will pass on the Meadow Home Page link to your friends and fellow bloggers so that they will become readers in the near future.
Thanks for reading this.
Mike O'Hare
Equine culture is very rooted in elderly people like my grandpa whose backgrounds have much to do with horses and breeding horses. I remember that he used to drink a fluid from a plant to increase his sexual desire, it's amazing that now we have the Viagra Online.
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