Monday, November 28, 2011
Peppermint can be a bit of a felon.
I bought a round pen to keep her home. The conventional, three-rail wooden stuff doesn’t phase her much
Pony just likes greener grass, you say?
It can be zero degrees with a three feet of snow outside the paddock. Don't matter none.
Poor pony must be starved, you say?
She is roll-y, poll-y.
The pony just plain abhors fencing.
If containment were a religion, she’d be an atheist.
My usual routine is to put her in the round pen and let the other, more compliant horses loose in the paddock. They all get hay. Pep looks dejected by the separation. But, heck, my neighbors don’t need any more of her lawn and bird feeder visits.
Today, I tried supervised visitation and let Pep join the others in the paddock. It took five minutes before she was testing the fencing.
“Peppermint!” I yelled as she nosed the middle rail and tested its strength.
She looked up with that ‘shoot, I just got busted’ look. Then she trotted down the hill, through the mud, and right into the round pen.
I didn’t ask her.
There was no hay to lure her.
It was like an old gangster movie when the bad guy knows he’s been nabbed and holds out both wrists for the cuffs.
Save me from myself....Put me into protective custody, ma'am.