Or, I’m A Pretty, Pretty Princess: How I Started My Morning
My morning started off as a weekday morning usually does. Get up, go down stairs, let Freya out who is dancing at the door in anticipation at getting to go potty, all the while blocking it, meaning that it takes more than 20 seconds to get her to move out of the way, yell down the stairs for Dude to hurry up and stumble into the kitchen to start making his lunch. Once Dude gets upstairs, I nag at him to eat breakfast, take his pills and brush his teeth. It’s nag, nag, nag every step of the way. And no, I do not enjoy it. Rather, I’m grumpy in the morning until I’ve had at least one cup of coffee in peace. But school mornings never start like that.
Then, we either scurry up through the vineyard or I drive him up to the top of the driveway, depending on weather, how late we’re running, how tired I am and if BP is still home with the truck. On Wednesdays, we do this all but only an hour later than the rest of the week (no in service days by starting school an hour late one day a week).
Today started off as no exception. We did all the normal things we do, breakfast, teeth brushing, pills, shoes, “No- go change your clothes. You can’t wear the same clothes 3 days in a row”, and “Hurry up! We gotta go! Go get in the truck!” Only, something was different.
Casey was standing down at the bottom of the pasture looking off down the driveway, where it goes around a curve and out of sight from the deck. I didn’t see Maddie but I didn’t think anything of it until I realized Casey looked worried. “Were there coyotes near again?”, I wondered. Approaching the garage, I contiue looking down the hill at the curve in the drive. Suddenly, this sweet, white pony face peeks around the corner at me! Holy shit! How did Maddie get out?
While I’m standing there gaping at her, Maddie prances over into the belly high grass below the pasture. “Look at me! I’m a pretty, pretty princess!”, she says, “Hee hee hee!” Dread fills me as I suddenly have flash backs to the Mother’s Day Mayhem just a couple short weeks ago. “Crap! Dude, go get your father, then bring me Maddie’s halter and lead rope”, I say.
I start walking down the hill towards Maddie. If a horse could skip, well, that’s what Maddie did as I walked toward her. She skipped right up to me. I grabbed a handful of mane and we start walking up the drive. “Ooooh! I wanna go into the woods!” says Maddie. And then she veered off, dragging me along. I can’t keep up with her trot up the incline so I lose my grip on her mane. She trots up to a tree with a low branch so she can scratch her butt.
Seconds after I’ve lost Maddie, Dude comes running up with her halter and lead. I decide that I’m going to feed Casey and the goats so Casey quits fretting and maybe Maddie will get interested and come back out of the woods. I don’t need to chase her through poison oak, right? Right. Maddie shows no interest in the arm load of hay I have. None. But, why should she? She’s got belly high grass to munch everywhere she looks!
So, I head back into the garage and get a bucket of grain. That’s got her attention now. Maddie prances up, I slip the lead rope around her neck before she can bolt. Face still buried in the grain, Maddie sees her halter and obliges by lifting her muzzle up so I can slide it on. Upon inspection, she appears none the worse. Not a scratch! I let her finish her grain then take her down to the barn and put her back in the pasture.
Maddie. Was. Perfectly. Behaved. This is the mare that tried to tear the barn apart when I took her out of sight of Casey to groom her a couple weeks ago! What the hell!?!? Now she’s being good? Well, besides getting out. And just how did she do that, you ask?
Well, as far as we can figure, Miss Maddie-kins houdini-ed herself out of the pasture sometime last night. BP says forensic evidence clearly shows she took her standard moonlit gallop, started sliding at the bottom pasture fence, couldn’t stop and decided to jump it. Why Casey didn’t set up a fuss to wake me, I don’t know. Why Freya didn’t react when let out this morning, I don’t know. It was just fortuitous that we saw Maddie before jumping in the truck to haul ass up to the bus stop. Because, I probably wouldn’t have seen her until I was coming around the corner and that would have been bad, very bad.
Dude made it to school, albeit late. I drove him in after Maddie was safely back in the pasture and happily munching her hay. Dude was upset that he was late to school, to PE and that Maddie was “breaking the rules”. His life was a little upside down this morning but I think with the structure of school he’ll be right as rain shortly.
Maddie, on the other hand, is a Houdini. I’m going to have to keep my eye on her until her owner comes for her some time this week…