For obvious reasons - mainly that he is like a horrible plague - TJ has been dominating my blog lately. Today I'll tell you about Doc's secret weakness. Bar bouncer, extreme wrestler, take-on-all-comers, pugilistic Doc, makes it to this stage of winter every year and starts craving his comfy warm blanket. This is the 14hh horse who once, in snow over his knees, took on three enormous warmbloods who broke into his paddock, and fought each one to a standstill. He put his own herd in a corner and battled the intruders single-hoofedly. The last one was a true lunatic, owing to a slight oversight when he had had "the operation"; he still fancied himself very much the stallion and was pursuing the mares in an overtly hostile way. Doc couldn't reach him very well so he lunged upward and grabbed him by the throat, effectively causing him to sound like an out-of-tune tuba. The lunatic turned blue in the face. End of battle.
This is the same Doc who lets the woman know it's time for his winter suit by going through a pantomime anyone could read. He makes himself look small and miserable, turning his head toward the barn and asking to go in. The woman caters to this ridiculous behaviour by rushing to the tack room and rushing back with his winter coat. Before she was back out the door this morning, he had his eyes closed and his head stuck out so she could slide the thing over his head. Pahhh. I never let anyone put clothing on ME - I consider it far too demeaning. The winter coat is a green plaid and Doc has red hair, so the woman has renamed him MacDoc for the winter. What utter nonsense.
Of course, TJ had never seen one of these blanket things and was utterly incredulous. He watched from a distance, eyes wide as feed tubs. He crept up behind Doc and touched the material and leapt back like he'd received an electric shock. This went on for quite awhile. By this afternoon, he was hanging onto the tail cover while Doc galloped around towing him. Given the high winds we have at the moment, TJ actually became airborne at times, looking very much like a dingy being towed by a tug boat (I once saw these at the lake). The woman was not pleased and muttered about the cost of repairs etc. I, however, was quite pleased because it removed the pestilent mule from my orbit for awhile. I will have a chat with Doc and see if he can launch TJ over the fence when they next indulge in this tomfoolery. Then I can honestly say I had nothing to do with his mysterious disappearance. Heh heh heh.