I don't consider myself a horse hater. Having 4 wouldn't really be recommended if I was. But Booger is a sieve-brained miniature pony who usually just stands around sweating. I haven't had him that long so didn't know that he was a terrible creature to get on the trailer. After pulling on his lead rope and smacking him on the ass for what seemed like the hundredth time (but was actually only the 93rd...) I was fed up and wanting to rearrange his body so his head would never see the sunlight again. I gave up and tied him next to the trailer to go find someone to help me pick him up and toss him in.
Turns out Booger doesn't tie. He jerked back and broke his halter before taking off running. I was a little surprised because, as I said earlier, he doesn't move around much. He's about as active as a 400lb transvestite... and in about the same shape. Anyway- he was running like an idiot trying to get away from the people trying to capture him. But his speed lessened his accuracy, and he tripped over an inconveniently placed piece of dust and tumbled to the ground. Despite the fact that he had officially turned into my personal pestilence, I couldn't help but laugh as he laid there, dazed and looking as dumb as ever. At least he stayed down long enough to be caught.
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