Hubby and I took the fur kids out for a ride on Milly last night. We passed a field where a neighbor girl was exercising her horse, trying to make him turn in circles, apparently he did not want to do that, so he started bucking, she started screaming, it was quite the show.
We continue on our way, but on the way home we meet the girl and the horse on the road. Maggie was absolutely, positively terrified of that horse! Poor little dog, she growled and woofed all the way home, and then the fun really began. She was so skittish, she was barking and shaking and growling, and this went on for two, yes TWO hours. We didn’t get her calmed down until bedtime.
Dancing With the Stars spooked her, any noise, and she was up like a shot, just barking her little head off. Of course, Mollie took it all in stride. Ho-hum, apparently this wasn’t her first rodeo.
This is totally not like Maggie to be afraid. But just think about it, if you weighed less than four pounds, that bucking jumping huge horse would scare the beejus out of you, too.
All is well this morning, though – we’ve been cleaning the patio, readying it for fall. I envision a lot of mums and cabbage plants sprinkled everywhere, but that’s all it is, a vision, I’m tired of watering, just don’t wanna mess with it anymore this year. Know what I mean, Vern?
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