The pirates got my husband!
Last night, because temps were dropping fast, Bad Pants went out to blanket the horses with me in the dark. He took Molly and left Casey for me to deal with. (Casey can be a pill when it comes to blanketing).
First, those tricky pirates slicked up a spot in the middle of the pasture, near where I would usually walk to feed Molly. (The hot wire runs across this spot to form their winter paddock). Casey was acting a wee bit spooky and I should have known something was up.
So, Bad Pants slid around a bit, but then regained his footing. Next, he began to crawl through the strands of hot wire. Beings as it was dark, BP did not detect the trip wire those sneaky pirates had set up on the other side. He rolled his ankle and went down, blinding Molly with the headlamp in the process. So in turn, she stepped right on his ankle, then backed up and bumped his other shin trying to disentangle herself.
When Bad Pants went down, he let out a yell. I dropped Casey’s blanket in a puddle. (Fat lot of good a soaking wet blanket does!) Casey took off at a trot, blowing and snorting. There was no slogging through the muck to blanket him, especially not with a wet blanket!
Luckily, the area where the trip wire was hidden was dry. Molly’s blanket survived it’s minimal time of the ground and we got her all snugged up for the night.
I helped Bad Pants limp back to the house, left him at the bottom of the stairs, and took the sopping blanket inside. Before I could come out and assist BP in the house, he scooped up Mo and hobbled up the stairs. After all, he didn’t want the cat getting frost bite!
I took Mo from BP, got BP inside and parked him on the couch with a bucket for *just in case*. Then I slid his shoe off, iced his ankle and covered him with blankets since he was a little pale.
Luckily, nothing is broken. His ankle was probably saved by the soft mud and bed of pine needles that make up our paddock. I suspect he’ll be right as rain within a week.
Those pirates! They meant to get me! My husband foiled their plot and took the hit for me instead. I hope they won’t be back for more!
I will admit that having a horse step on my rolled ankle was a new low in outdoor livestock related injuries.
Also, please do not reveal that I was looking out for Mo, people will discover I’m not the heartless cat-hater that I want them to think I am.
No more pets that poop in the house!
You ARE just a heartless bastard, aren’t you? You really just picked up Mo so that way he wouldn’t trip you by flopping and rolling at your feet while you were walking. Admit it! That’s the truth, isn’t it?
I wonder if a Unicorn band aid would magically make your ankle all better? Well, I guess we WON’T be finding out as I refuse to use them all on your ankle!
Surely BP could benefit from a unicorn tear or two from one tiny adhesive strip (supplemented by regular bandages to cover the rest of the affected area.)
Have you considerd installing a force field to repel aliens, pirates, and time-bandits?
Oh no! You’re going to jinx us with time-bandits! Quick! Where can I hide? Or perhaps time-bandits got to our adopted stray, Sterling, when he went missing for a couple days and came home with a limp?
As we have yet to replace the vet wrap I used, I did offer to wrap his ankle with polo bandages. He declined probably because they’re made out of fleece and he didn’t want a fuzzy foot? Or, he didn’t want to wear that particular shade of light jade green. I think his vanity got the better of him!
Poor BP. At least he got injured doing a good deed so the karma is in his favor.
Yes, and my blondie mare is showing herself to be… Blonde!
Darn pirates! Why can’t they just let decent people be? You’ll have to be on guard next time!
I think all of the major bad guy types have gotten us for now. I may have to sleep with one eye open, watching out for those time-bandits Allison mentioned…