So the talk about me wanting a cute little ass (read donkey) to drive and such went around the barn. There are no lack of jokes so my instructor bill (screw you Bill) gave me the littlest, cutest ass to trim.
I picked up one foot on this Jack, held by Josh who came all the way from New Zealand. He went right on his hind legs and started striking, AKA flailing with little thumb sized, accurately placed hooves in all directions.
Naturally I knocked him over.
He was only a bit past my knee.
I called upon Josh to come sit on him to stop his flailing and handed another classmate my camera for evidence of the day. There was a lot of laughing and even more cussing from other students called upon to trim the other mini's in the background.
I got him done.
Then I hear this commotion behind me and see Jim trying to trim the Jack's mom. She was also going in all directions and climbing walls.
How many men does it take to trim one spotted ass up to their knees? Lets count.
Umm.... Help please?
Four. I mean, I think the donkey is in there someplace.
No mini donkeys were harmed in the trimming of the hooves.
Then for the awwwww factor. Me holding a 6 month old Mini foal I trimmed today. It barely weighed 30 pounds.Well thats all for now. Still alive and kicking, or is that getting kicked? I miss visiting all your blogs, maybe I'll be on more regularly after class once the snow melts more here. Woo hoo 70 degrees here I come!