These Horses Don't Like Me Very Much

I had another horse incident this afternoon. This one had a definite vibe to it. It felt kind of … odd. Direct. Personal. Yep, it was personal.


At first the horses completely ignored me. I thought perhaps they didn't see me. Maybe they didn't realize that I had come walking across the yard to visit.


So I put on a big smile and yelled "Hellooooo horses!". 


Nothing.

I yelled "Hellooooo horses!" again a bit louder.

Nada.

I yelled "Hellooooo horses!" again very loudly, accompanied by some rapid arm waving. And perhaps some jumping. Hey, I know how to yell loudly, wave my arms, and jump at the same time. I was a cheerleader in seventh grade for cryin' out loud., Ironically for a team named the Mustangs.


Tap tap tap. Is this thing on?


Geez. I was totally snubbed. By equines.

You lookin' at me?

Nope.

Gasp!  Surely I wasn't snubbed by the horses. Perish the thought.


Wait. Are they walking … away from me? Showing me their backsides? Sort of an equine "talk to the booty 'cause the hand's off duty?"

Yes. Yes they are. 


Humph.


I'll show them. I'll just go back inside my nice warm house. 


"Go ahead and snub me! See if I care!" I yelled to the horses in a tone that was much more mature than I can convey here. I'm, like, so mature.


Then this happened:

Followed by this:

I could be wrong, but I don't think these horses like me very much. Pin It Now!