My mom says that last Sunday there was news that a horse was dragged by a truck. I was horrified!! But mom assured me that it was not as the news stated, or that people wanted to believe it had happened.
Apparently, this old man had the misfortune of having his wife's Arabian mare get loose. I wish I could see her. I bet she's really pretty. Not as pretty as my Pony, but Arab mares can have really nice.... Ahem. Anyway, she ran to the neighbor's lucky horses.
One thing I can tell you for sure, as a horse and as a gelding, some mares can be real bitches when they are having 'that time of month.'
I guess she is one of those mares. *Nicker*
Still, I thought, she didn't deserve to be dragged! But, once again, as it turns out, there is more to this tale. Mom wrote an article about it, which you can read here: http://www.examiner.com/article/man-and-horse-stafford-ct-horse-was-not-dragged .
Phew!!
I do not feel as bad for her. She should not have given this old man so much trouble! My mom once led me while she drove a tractor. I did not care. But then again I am not a mare, nor am I an Arabian. They may be pretty, but they are... *snort* (Yes, I am shaking my head here)
In any event, I wish people would stop being mean to this old man. From what mom and Aunty Sylvia told me, he was not experienced in handling us. He would not have had trouble handling me because I do not give my mom or anyone any trouble (no matter what they might tell you). But she tried to throw him into the woods. Neigh!! That is bad! So, this man did what he had to to get the mare home. He tied her to the truck. Mom says he drove home very very slowly but she slipped on the dirt and fell down. The old man stopped immediately so she would not get dragged. He cut the rope and that is when she chose to behave, so he led her home. She caused a lot of trouble. Bad mare, bad mare.
She should not have been such a bad girl and she wouldn't have fallen down. I have to admit, though, that I am guilty of that mistake. I remember once being so excited to get into my stall, I ran in and turned fast. All four of my hooves slipped on the shavings and I fell on my back. Ouch!! I remember that well. It hurt when I landed, but once I was back on my feet, the pain went away. We horses can do dumb things (wait! Did I say that??)
Mom said there were pictures and that my uncle Correy took the call from the neighbors. If these neighbors knew the old man did not have experience handling us, how could they let him handle a bitchy mare in heat? And then stand by and take pictures? I know I am just a horse, but I am confused. Shouldn't they have helped him handle the horse or at the very least loaned him a halter or a trailer?
What do I know? I'm just a horse... of course!
Hello! My name is G Little Joe. Ok, that's my registered name. My mom calls me Kobeejo. She says she made up the name because they called me Colby Joe at the last farm I lived on, but mom wanted a more Native American name for me because I am a Paint horse, which I guess was a popular breed with Native American people a long time ago. I know nothing about that. I am just a horse, of course! And, as they say, nobody talks to a horse.... unless of course that horse is... well...me!
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