Okay, here is the story. We had just come off an entire month of flooding and raining. The Keeper went and bought a truck load of those little pellets made up of sawdust to help dry up the barn. When those things open up, they make the softest sawdust bed that this old horse just loves. Tuck some damp sand under them to make it cool and it is heaven for these old bones.
With this in mind, let me paint you a picture of how it all began. With the sawdust all over the barn, I had to pick the softest spot for my sleepy time. That took a long time because I had to try out many places. Because of my age and who I am, the keeper lets me roam the barn at night and choose which stall I would like to sleep in for the night. Well on that particular night, the softest spot was not in a stall but in the alleyway. Right in the big middle of everything. So when the Keeper came out to feed, I was kind of in the way. Oh, all right, totally in the way. I was so comfortable I didn't want to move. Check out the picture below. Don't I look comfortable?
The Keeper had closed the gates to the street like she always does when she lets me out and I've been such a good boy that she didn't seat the gate or put the lock back on. I saw this was my opportunity to get back at her for making me get up and see if the grass was really greener on the other side. I pushed the gate open while she was feeding and took off to the street.
Well the street was not it was cracked up to be, that thing is hard and hurts my feet so I went back to the grass and just grazed my way down the road. As a matter of fact, I heard the Keeper tell someone that I had left a trail in the grass from my grazing. Did not know the Keeper was also a tracker, huh.
Anyway, as I was grazing this funny looking vehicle pulls up with all these flashy lights. He looked like he was in a hurry to get somewhere, but stopped close to me. I didn't really care at the time, I had found a wonderful patch of clover that I was really enjoying. I glanced at him and he was talking into one of those small boxes that everyone seems to have these days. Right about then the Keeper shows up. She tells me to behave myself and comeback to the barn. She used a rope around my neck to make sure I complied. I was surprised, she generally just tells me where to go and I do it. As we were walking back to the barn, the Keeper explained to me that horses just can't run wild in the town, that they get picked up and taken to horsey jail. Someone had called in my escape and I was almost a horsey jailbird.
The Keeper kept me from going to horsey jail, that's a good thing. I almost had a police record at age 40. Boy, that was close, Next time maybe I will get up when the Keeper asks me to and not have such an attitude. Or it could just depend on how comfy I am. We will have to wait and see.
Happy Trails To You!
PS. I have included a pic of my jailbreak. Notice I am on the wrong side of the fence. Hee Hee!