So, I'm used to having my resident prankster, DannyBoy, wreak havok all over my backyard barn. But the other morning he outdid himself. 5:00 am, and I'm walking through the paddock carrying two buckets of hot water to mix the rice bran for breakfast. Danny is waiting at the gate like always. As I walk through, he is behind me rubbing his nose on my back, but then he grabs my belt loop and pulls down, and my jeans go down to my knees.
I couldn't really put the buckets down, because the numbskull would no doubt have scalded himself on the hot water. So I waddled to the barn, trying to keep my pants at least halfway up using body english. In the end, that was a failed attempt.
I managed to get to the barn and put the buckets down out of his reach and, umm...adjust. He stood, amused, in the doorway with the familiar "who,me?" look I have become accustomed to.
Luckily, I don't think the neighbors get up as early as I do...
I'd sort of hope the neighbors saw that one- think how much joy you would have brought to their day!
I love prankster horses, I really do. There was a fantastic draft gelding (belgian maybe?) at a barn I worked at who was around 19 hands- biggest horse I've ever known. He greatly enjoyed his size. He thought there was nothing funnier than picking up things you were using and holding them straight up in the air. Totally funny as long as it's happening to someone else.
Sorry no videos!! However if anyone is interested, there is a short story about him that appeared a couple of years in a local nag rag that I sometimes write for.
The story is called "Charlie Hustle", named for the Cincinnati Reds legendary first baseman, Pete Rose, who always gave 110% on the field, but also was legendary for getting into trouble off the field.
It's in the blog section of my COMH page, kinda buried in the archive part of the blogs.