Adult Great White shark. Jumps and dressage. Does 1.15m easily w/changes, schooling 2nd level, hacks out alone or in company. Jumps XC. Loads, trailers, clips like a dream. Athletic and talented. Talks and does tricks for treats. "Cute." Shark cage not included. Will consider trade for bottle nosed dolphin of like ability.
|This isn't cute.|
This happened this morning. Came out to the barn very early because I needed to ride and then go to the local dressage show and braid a couple of horses. I arrived and went out to grab Soon and his new turnout buddy, Z, from their field. After they both walked up to me looking for carrots, I haltered them like I always do and we started walking toward the barn.
He let go and immediately regretted his decision. I was screaming at him as that was extremely painful. I mean, there's being bitten and then there's "removing a pound of flesh off my bones" and it definitely fell in the latter category...I was in so much pain that I was at one point down on one knee holding on to two horses in the field. But...after some more cursing at the top of my lungs, we dropped Z off in his stall, Soon and I had a Manners 101 refresher in the round pen, and then we had a pretty good refresher of the Linda Zang lesson.
I'm just glad I didn't leave the barn angry with him. Still had a good ride (of course he was very sorry and very perfect in the round pen as well), he was still sweet, and there's still a lot of love and appreciation for an otherwise good morning at the barn. So, while I joked with friends that I had to murder him, or that I was selling my Land Shark, that's not the case. He's not going anywhere. But he has earned himself some new nicknames, AND he's lost his stall guard privileges. He and Z won't be making faces at each other in the barn anymore.
Won't lie...after I got home from the horse show, I was hoping there'd be some kind of mark. I had bitched to my friends about it all morning, and I'd feel dumb if there was nothing showing for it. But I did NOT expect the carnage above. I ran out to my truck after it happened to check in the mirror to see if I was bleeding - it felt bad enough to break skin, but I didn't see anything showing through the shirt. Most of the red is just blood blistering, there are a few bloody scratches in there, but I'm happy it wasn't worse because that would have meant an ER visit. I don't screw with animal bites.
But it hurts like a bitch, so I'm chilling on the couch with some ice and ibuprofen and cider and writing blog posts. Whee.