Pile the shavings bags by Rodney’s stall, he says. Rodney won’t mess with them, he says. Toys! Rodney says.
I need both arms to pick up a bag. Imagine picking this up with your teeth & heaving it around the barn. This is one of two.
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Ohhhh noooo! Hahaha! I hope he didn’t eat some of the plastic! 😉
A mare once came at me at a dead run, picked ME up with her teeth and flipped me through the air. She was on her way to savage a gelding that was getting too close to her foal, which I was photographing. I was real grateful that she was thoughtful enough to get me out of the way first.
Haha, horses! I bet if you buy him toys they just sit there gathering dust?