Smirky ponies

Yesterday Heather had enough time to blanket half the horses before she left for work at 5:30 am.  The weather was a brisk -10c with a bitter wind.  I thought Willy, the little welsh pony with the big attitude, should have a warmer blanket on. I brought the thicker blanket in the stall with me. He smelled it, snorted at it, then swung his head around to see what I was doing.  That worried me, I like to see where his teeth are at all times. When I am bent right down trying to find the buckles, I can't see when he is going to grab my plaid jacket... with me in it.  He loves plaid coats. I see his eyes light up when he can get near one.  Its a game Willy, the pony and my husband play. He lets  Willy chew on his coat until he bites through and then my husband gets mad and squeals. Its a game they play, fine, but I don't wanna play bite the lady when she is bent over.

So off comes one blanket, throw it on the floor by the door, grab the heavy blanket, toss it on the pony. Willy heads right for the blanket on the floor, he bites it, drags in under his feet, stomps on, I grab it and throw it back toward the door, he beats me there and paws at the coat until its all balled up under his feet, all the while I am bent under his belly trying to grab the straps to do up the winter coat!  This is not easy since I am sure he is wider than he is tall! I have to almost get down on hands and knees to reach all the way under and across to the other side of his belly.  In a fit of frustration, I throw the offending blanket out the door, slam the door, tell him what an asshole pony he is.  Willy rolls his eyes at me, tosses his head and smirks.  Yes, he smirks.  He is the smirkiest pony, although Frodo the halflinger pony is pretty smirky too. Must be a pony thing…

Willy… dontcha just wanna kiss that?  I do every morning !