Monday, April 11, 2011

Chester Settles In

It seems that after much debate, that is our new friend's name. His previous name was the same as the male human's so of course you know who had to change their moniker. Not the human. Chester says he doesn't mind as long as the meals are regular and the room service prompt. It turns out he was previously best friends with a small donkey and they were separated when he (Chester) was sent to a notorious meat auction at the age of four. Thankfully he was purchased by Tabitha, his previous owner, who really didn't have room for another equine but who made the trip there and came home with Chester. It explains his rather obsessive behaviour when he saw me and announced "Mine, all Mine!" and proceeded to do an excellent impersonation of a mother hen. Molly was horrified and the two ended up arguing so much that I was forced to intervene and bellow at both of them to settle down. Herself went off to the Affaire thing and left the male human in charge, which is always an improvement. The male human is not nearly as calculating and suspicious as the Woman and we were able to express ourselves quite freely. Chester upset the wheelbarrow and I sidled into the tack room, Molly scarfed extra hay and Sally's friend came back and chewed a hole in the cat food bag. It was a good week. Herself returned, showed us a bag of peppermint snacks that she had gotten us, gave us one each and promptly put it away. Typical. Chester is a very serious young man who is studying our living arrangements and adapting himself accordingly. He still refuses to do any wrestling but I have hopes of reforming him soon.

12 comments:

billie said...

My goodness! I am so happy to hear that you had a good week and at least got one peppermint. It could have been some white paste, Sheaffer, and THAT would have been much much worse.

Donkey dentals were very easy, as these young men here are still busily growing teeth. Redford was the proud owner of a baby cap just getting ready to pop off. Rafer Johnson has teeth buds you can feel underneath his jaw. They had their exam and then proceeded to shove their heads into the dentist's face whenever they had the chance. Can you imagine? They wanted MORE!

Can't wait to read more about Chester as he settles in. What great news that he already knows and loves donkeys. You are going to be the center of all things, now, and deservedly so!!

Calm, Forward, Straight said...

"It explains his rather obsessive behaviour when he saw me and announced "Mine, all Mine!" and proceeded to do an excellent impersonation of a mother hen."

Methinks the Sheaffer doth protest too much ;)

AutumnSkyRanch said...

Sheaffer, I am so happy you have a new friend. I am sure he will, in no time, come to appreciate your frustrations and delights. It's important for equines to take it easy with respect to treats so maybe one or two peppermints is enough? Gunny and Harry are enjoying our Spring grasses so much that I call them my "chubby bunnies" even though, of course, they are donkeys. Chester is a great name for your new friend and I wish you days filled with fun.

Buddy said...

Hay Sheaffer - Chester - what a great name for a great equine. So glad to know Molly is not throwing herself at him. She is still MINE - ALL MINE! So this Chester likes donkeys - well this is wonderful news. He doesn't wash you does he???

Your fren,

ponymaid said...

billie, I'm afraid she returned heavily laden with the dreaded vermifuge, both for the sanctuary and ourselves. There is simply no escaping. I'm pleased to hear the dental visit was a more than positive experience for the lads. What a difference from Jack's experience. Chester is still feeling his way along in his new environment but is highly intelligent and susses things out quickly. Now he likes peppermint snacks...

ponymaid said...

Calm, Forward, Straight, two mother hens is a lot of hens but I'm doing my best to give each of them a share of quality time. I have found a spot where neither can find me and I take the opportunity to meditate in blissful solitude.

ponymaid said...

AutumnSkyRanch, no worries here, Herself is a veritable Scrooge when it comes to the purse strings of the peppermint bag. Next she'll be carving them up with a scalpel...The word chubby is standard around here, too, though used gratuitously in my direction. Chester is of a serious nature for such a young man but I have hopes of bringing him along fun-wise.

ponymaid said...

Buddy, no washing yet, thank goodness. Molly has no amorous interests in him so you are quite safe there - she finds him too bossy and directive. He is beginning to know his new name. I have had my name all my life and it must be hard for someone to change several times in five years but Chester is figuring it out quickly.

dogma said...

So glad the new lad is fitting in quite well! What a life he has had in a few short years! Ma would LOVE to come to your birthday party. She just realized she missed one of ours on the weekend. This will mean extra treats!! What would you like for your birthday?

BumbleVee said...

Oh, how I've missed coming to read the antics at your place Sheaffer. I've ..... er.....been away.

I didn't want to make mention of it preveiously... because I felt bad that I couldn't take you along. However, it was not quite as warm as we expected...so all in all... maybe it is just as well I didn't try to stuff you into a suitcase.

I did see telltale signs that donkeys were, or had been, in the areas we visited...not telltale as, on the ground you understand...but, in drawings and photos... but, honestly...never did see one... and it had me a bit worried.....

Thanks for several great laughs in my catching up session over here..... and congrats on having a new friend in Chester.... what fun for you and Molly.....

ponymaid said...

dogma, Chester is trying very hard indeed. How exciting that your dear mother will be able to join us. I will shortly be posting both date and directions. The Woman says dewormer is a wonderful gift - she lies, of course.

ponymaid said...

Vee, I knew you were travelling somewhere nice but Herself would not say where (that's how I knew it was somewhere nice). Until recently our weather has been frightful but now the grass is beginning to have motivation. I find the donkey signs and images quite disturbing as well - where were the actual donkeys?