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09-04-2004, 02:50 AM
Ok, well I won’t actually be there for the whole slumber party since sleeping outside on the ground is a bad idea, and sleeping in the house with the cats is even worse, but I’ll be there for the fun parts, and that’s what’s important. ;)
I’m not riding yet, but I hope to start next year. Currently I’m a “friend of the barn” so I go hang out, feed the ponies carrots, play who’s got my chin (me tickling their chin that is), helping brush them and all that fun stuff. This Labor Day weekend, they’re having a pot luck dinner, sleepover, teaching the ponies to cross their legs when the person on their lead crosses their legs, fun stuff like that. I’m just so excited. Now if I can just remember to not wear my orange colored dress I’m covered. The ponies tend to think I’m a giant walking carrot then and since I wipe my hands on the dress occasionally after feeding them, well it’s just not a good thing. :smack:
09-04-2004, 09:31 AM
I'm sorry; I really don't intend to deride or make fun of what is to you obviously a very real and exciting experience...
...but my first thought upon seeing your thread title was "Wow, you're going to be in some sort of really bizarre porn movie?"
09-04-2004, 10:15 AM
Don't wear red either! When I was kid I was carrying a plant for my mum, a horse thought it looked yummy and took a large bite of the plant and my shoulder. For years I believed horses hated red.
Now I know it's not true.........but I still won't wear red round the bastards!
Happy slumbering :)
Spectre of Pithecanthropus
09-04-2004, 10:56 AM
I wonder if red reminds them of roses or similar flowers. My guess is if an animal loves carrots, as horses seem to do, they'd also go out of their way for buds since there's a good deal of sugar in both.
09-04-2004, 04:08 PM
Oh, you're going to have a great time! Just be careful to use a wide-tooth comb on the tails so you don't pull any hairs out if you can avoid it. Using brushes tends to pull more tail hairs out. If someone has some Showsheen or Cowboy Magic or such, work it well into the tail first and it will comb out beautifully.
Carrots are always welcome in the equine diet, but some other things to try are bran muffins and peppermints. My horses go on eager alert when they heaar the sound of a peppermint being unwrapped. It's really neat to sniff their breath after they've eaten one, too. Heck, it's fun to blow gently into their nostrils, then let them snurfle back at you. That's how horses say hello to each other.
09-09-2004, 02:09 PM
Hey everyone! Thanks for the well wishes for the adventure, unfortunately it was canceled (due to weather I think, but I’m not quite sure). It’s ok, because I currently have 3 pony adventures to look forward too.
The first one is introducing my Siberian husky, Misha, to the barn. He’s a pretty calm dog (after about 5 minutes) and loves to play with cows, so we’re hoping it’ll all go over well. We’re waiting for a quiet night to do that, especially one without one of the other doggie guests since Misha Marie might mistake the little guy for food, and that would be bad.
The next adventure will be the great pony Halloween parade. Initially, there was talk of me leading my own horse, but my best friend Wilds (who invited me to start hanging out at the barn), thought it might be better if we waited until I was slightly more comfortable around the horses. I think that everyone would rather that it wasn’t such a busy time, I could get trampled or trapped again.* We’re dressing our horse up as chef boy-ar-dee. We’re going to be raviolis. We’re either cheese or meat, depending on how you look at it.
Finally, we have the great french fry experiment. We’ve noticed that Misha and ponies seem to have a lot in common, especially with regard to their choice of treats. Misha loves French fries, any kind of potato really. So one day, we’re going to see how the ponies like them (with the owner’s blessing of course).
Thanks for reminding me of the peppermints Eddyteddyfreddy. I’d seen you mention them before, but had forgotten about it. I asked around and lifesaver’s pep-o-mints are the mints of choice there. They’ve already been added to the bribery bag for the next trip (we pick up fresh carrots and donuts).
As for the porn part, I shared that with the girls my age (fully adult, but saying women sounds strange to me) at the barn, and we were quite tickled by it. It made some of us remember our sorority days and goofy fraternity boy comments, and I say that in a happy friendly manner, no hate involved.
*Once, while visiting a barn I met a horse named Moose. He was insanely big, scary big, but the biggest sweetheart. We’d been saying hi to horses in the manner described by etf, but I decided to hang with Moose for a bit. When I decided to move on, he decided I wasn’t ready to leave, leaned out of his stall, and with his head and neck, very gently pushed me against the door. He wasn’t hurting me, but I wasn’t going anywhere. I started going: wilds! Wilds! I need some help here. After she stopped laughing at me, she helped me escape. Good times.
09-09-2004, 02:14 PM
Can you believe I wrote that entire tome above and still left something out? As for things ponies like to eat/chew on/ect., they’re also fond of shiny things. Now this wasn’t usually a problem, just take off any jewelry in the car beforehand. Easy peasy. Until I got my tummy pierced … and forgot about it. My shirt didn’t tuck in all the way, and every so often a horse would go for my tummy. It took us forever to figure out why. Then we laughed at how dingy we were. :smack:
John Carter of Mars
09-09-2004, 10:38 PM
So; you almost went to a slumber party for a pony. Once upon a time long, long ago I went to a birthday party for a horse. Tarry yet awhile and I’ll spin you a yarn about that equine event.
The horse’s owner lived far, far away in the deep woods. The horse’s party was pretty much an excuse to have a get together, and through reasons that are no longer clear to me, I was invited to and accepted the invitation to this unusual affair. Although the owner of the horse was a girl of some 11 years of age, most of the attendees were like me, about 19 or 20. A girl of my age, a cousin of the horse family, was visiting there and attended the party. Never before had my eyes been privileged to rest upon such a vision of beauty, and never before had I encountered a girl of such charm, wit and general coolness.
By 9:00 pm I had convinced this Aphrodite Incarnate that the best thing to do was for the two of us to leave there and go about 20 miles up the road to a bar that had a band and a dance floor, so go we did. By that time in my life I had twirled many a winsome lass around the hardwood floor, yet never had there been one that was such a fine dancing partner.
The joint closed at 2:00 am, so we went back to her cousin’s house and sat on the front porch talking until the gray light of early dawn started to show in the East. By that time in my life I had kissed many a fair lass, but never had there been a kiss so warm, sweet and full of promise as that one when I kissed her good night.
She was leaving there the next day to go visit another cousin some 40 miles up the road and she wasn’t certain of the phone number or address there, so we left it that she would write me a letter about Tuesday and tell me how to get in touch with her. Before you laugh at the snail-mail arrangement, ye of this cyber-age, I would remind you that this happened in ancient times, decades before cell phones or the internet and when a long distance phone call involved a serious financial decision.
I dutifully checked my mail every afternoon, and Thursday my heart was lightened when a letter by an unfamiliar hand appeared. It was from Her! The Girl I Had Found At Last! Her letter!
‘Twas in this letter that she informed me that alas, she was married. She apologized for not telling me last Saturday night, but said she had been married for over three years and hadn’t had a moment of joy or simple pleasure in all that time. She explained that she hadn’t wanted to spoil the fine outing we were having, so she’d put reality aside and let the evening go where it would. She thanked me for the wonderful time, said it would be impossible for us to see each other again, and closed with: “I could have loved you.” Cleverly, she didn’t put a return address on the envelope.
Then did I rage against the fates! Determined to steal the object of my desire, I went back to her cousin’s house where the horse’s party had been. There the lady of the house told me that I didn’t know what I was getting into. She said: “Go back to Bay County and stay there.” Not so easily deterred, I nosed around and asked questions of friends of friends and thought I’d figured out what small town the Fair Lady called home. I went there, hung around half a day trying to find her and finally managed to attract the unwelcome attention of a deputy sheriff.
He also told me to go back to Bay County and stay there. He added: “If I catch you around here again, I’ll keep you in a cell for a while and I can promise you won’t like it.”
So I went back to the coast, sat on the beach for a couple of hours, cried my eyes out and after some time passed, got over it.
Take this as a cautionary tale, oh dear and faithful readers: Strange elements may fill your universe if you go to a party that honors a horse or pony. You may be provided with a set of bright and wonderful memories, coupled with bitter disappointment in full measure.
09-10-2004, 12:25 AM
Oh ... I thought you meant that there would be a pony keg instead of a regular keg.
Everybody loves ponies! Everybody loves parties!
09-14-2004, 02:48 PM
Master Wang-Ka, I thought of you last night and had quite the giggle. I was distracting a horse while my friend was pulling his mane. I’d talk to him, scratch him behind the ears, and play who’s got my chin, stuff like that. Basically his face was right in front of me the whole time. Later, when I was washing my hands, I looked in the mirror and realized that the horse had managed to unbutton two of the tiny little difficult to move buttons at the top of my dress. That’s one smooth horse since I didn’t notice until much later.
John Carter of Mars, I’m so sorry about your experience. I know where to get ponies, we could round up an old fashioned posse and have a little talkie talk with her about manners and how people have feelings. I’ve really enjoyed many of your posts, especially the one regarding your friend who was looking into a Russian bride (I know some people who’ve done similar things so it was interesting to see how it worked for other people). I hope that if you ever end up at another party involving ponies, you meet a sweet pea and not well, you know. :: hugs ::
John Carter of Mars
09-14-2004, 10:27 PM
Clever horse you've got there, thursday next. ;) Thanks for the ::hugs:: I always appreciate those.
I didn't intend to come off as sounding bitter about that experience. More than anything else, I felt sorry that she was in unhappy circumstances. If she'd have told me the whole story that night, I never would have left her there. I'm convinced that if I could have found her again I could have simply said: "Come leave with me, I want to keep you" and she would have come. At least that was my thinking when I went looking for her.
Or maybe she wouldn't have, who knows? She did have my address and never made contact again. Anyway, it was nice for the one night that it lasted.
Concerning Bubba, he is still without a woman, Russian or otherwise. I think womankind is better off without him!
Have fun with your ponies.
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