Every Friday, Anklebiter 1 (and sometimes number 2) and I head out to a horse ranch as soon as school finishes.
The road winds past dilapidated barns and wide open countryside; the road twisting and turning and narrowing as we near our destination in the middle of nowhere.
We brush Attila, who despite his name is a darling, and then we saddle up and my daughter rides away, with the rest of us (dog included) trailing after…
Last week, AB1 went to the field to fetch Attila. Several large horses blocked the way and wouldn’t let her out.
She asked me to help by unhitching the electric fence wires and then chase these horses – did I mention how huge they are? – away.
I took my gloves off and grabbed the hook thingie to detach the wires.
Apparently, you’re supposed to grab the plastic handles and not the actual wires of an electric fence…
I yelled loudly. I shook and you could almost see my skeleton as I vibrated like a cartoon character.
But my piercing scream did the trick. The large horses ran off, terrified.
The ranch owners came running.
“Oh, it’s just me!” I said with my singed hair standing up on end. “Just testing the electric fence for you…”
“It all works fine!”
(No wonder my daughter says I’m embarrassing…)
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