Sunday, May 22, 2011

Penny Publishes a Post, Chester the Mud Man

You may notice the previous post has very slim content - in fact none. It came about when Penny leaned her chin on the typing machine and published her very first work. I think it may be a silent protest against her Friday visit to the veterinarian. It is part of an annual health protocol wherein various needles are stuck in her person and various parts of her anatomy poked and prodded. She feels about needles as I do - she loathes them. I will leave the post as is to show my solidarity with her protest. Down with needles.

Meanwhile Chester's teeth await filing as the medical man is swamped with (what else) requests to stick needles in other hapless equines, emergencies etc. In true Haflinger fashion, pointy teeth haven't slowed down his caloric intake one iota. He has gained about one hundred pounds since arrival and is looking quite the prosperous young man.

In his four years of life he has learned various things but his ability to connect them remains understandably sketchy. Thus, a young human called Justin who specializes in horse education and tutoring has been called in. He worked with Chester in his stall last week, teaching him to turn when pressure is put on his side and not to prop himself, giraffe-like against the request. It's a very simple exercise, which Molly and I both learned at an early age, but one which Chester found difficult because it has never been explained to him properly. He became quite hot with trying but by the end had his head neck lowered and his hind end moving away fluidly. One can never overstate the importance of learning the abc's of communication before trying to write a novel. Chester and the Woman have been doing homework in this basic exercise in preparation for next week's lesson.

On the grooming front, Chester is a firm believer in mud baths, which he takes often, layering one coating of ooze over another. He looks and smells like a swamp creature. His sleep habits are equally as messy. He lies down and performs what look to be olympic swimming exercises in his bed before falling asleep. He usually picks a newly minted mound of manure as a pillow, and given the plenitude of green, grassy foodstuffs, his head is permanently dyed on one side. The Woman scrubs at him in vain but she avers that he looks the spitting image of someone called Braveheart who apparently went about with a blue face.

17 comments:

Calm, Forward, Straight said...

Poo pillows are popular at my barn as well... sleeping on a poo pillow the evening after a bath - most desirable ;)

Buddy said...

Hay Sheaffer - I think Chester was my twin in a past life - I love the MUD - it rained one day last week and when mom got home I was covered in mud - it had stopped raining so she brushed me - as soon as she turned her back - I went for another roll - she just rolled her eyes and went in the house. I LOVE MUD!

Your fren,

Buddy said...

Hay Sheaffer - its me again - I just wanted to say how smart Chester is - the more mud the less flies!!!

Your fren,

billie said...

Please tell Penny that I find her silent protest post very stunning. It sits there on your blog looking very powerful and potent.

It is good to hear news of Chester and his progress. When Keil Bay lived on a farm with a "water element" in the big field he regularly rolled in it. Usually on one side, so I would arrive, walk out, see his clean side, sigh in relief, and then he would turn, revealing the sheet of dried mud on horse that had to be scraped and brushed and curried for an hour to remove.

That is one of the things I love about donkeys. No self-respecting donkey takes a roll in mud!

Although Buddy is right - when encased in the dry sheet, no flies can penetrate!

ponymaid said...

Calm, Forward, Straight - I find the whole idea quite repulsive but Chester says he sleeps like a baby. The Woman is trying to convince him that it isn't some sort of memory foam pillow but he disagrees.

ponymaid said...

Buddy - you know, you ARE the same colour...I do not understand this fascination with mud. Chester has coated himself so liberally and so often that his coat has gone quite curly. Along with the green face it makes for quite an arresting sight. He swears by the fly repelling qualities as well. I remain unconvinced.

ponymaid said...

billie - Penny is still rather subdued after her annual pincushion routine. She is a very quiet and reasonable canine and her post speaks volumes. Chester likes the sound of a water element very much indeed. These days one wants to stand upwind of him at all times...oh the joys of being four.

completecare said...

Hi Sheaffer,

FINALLY, I am back at home. Since Bert, my mom, continues to have ongoing health issues it was decided that she should stay at the donkey sanctuary for the time being and that I would be happier at home. I was allowed to select a friend to come with me. I chose a young, fun loving, athletic donkey (much like myself???). So far, we have been getting along great - we do some wrestling and play tug of war with the feed dishes. All things older, sedate, lady donkeys don't participate in. Loki is quite shy and needs me to watch out for him. I have also been making sure that he doesn't get too close to the stinging wire. We are not sure if he has had any experience with that human method of torture. It is great being back with my horse friend Geo. Sheaffer, you are right about horses and mud. They seem to find the slimiest places to roll and seem to enjoy every minute of their time on the ground - moaning and groaning with delight. We donkeys stand on high dry ground, watch and roll our eyes in amazement. I will try to keep you updated on any adventures that Loki might have.

Your Fan,

Willy

Buddy said...

Hay Willy - is your mom getting any better? Praying for her.

your fren,

Susan said...

Camryn here! Guess I'm part donkey as I don't roll in the mud either. At least in my paddock, one the ducks are out of my pasture (it's flooded) I'll roll for sure. Boy, must be nice that Chester is allowed to gain weight, I'm way jealous. I been goin to school too. Learning something called manners :(

ponymaid said...

Willy, it's great news that you are back chez vous but the news is tempered by the fact your esteemed parent is still at the sanctuary, undergoing medical treatment. How nice that you brought young Loki home with you - he sounds like someone who needs an older, bolder friend. I'm sure Geo is thrilled to see the two of you tearing up the landscape. Please keep us up to date on your mother and the antics of young Loki - it will relieve the monotony of my near-foodless days.

ponymaid said...

Buddy - we all add our best wishes to yours to ensure a speedy homecoming for the esteemed Bert.

ponymaid said...

Camryn - Molly is not so keen on the mudbaths either - like myself, she prefers her toilette dusty. Chester looks and smells like very ripe old cheese these days. He is generally quite polite but simply doesn't understand the protocol in many situations. I have offered to tutor him but his attention span is rather short...

dogma said...

Argggg...the rain! Yes it makes for great mud bathes, but Ma is talking about building an Arc. All she keeps saying is the animals have to line up two by two. Anyone interested in joining us? ( we don't know what an 'Arc' is but biting bugs are not invited!)

ponymaid said...

dogma, please save me a space on that ark - and one for PrimRose too if you can. I cannot bear the thought of one more drop of rain...

Buddy said...

Oh Oh - save me and Molly a spot - please!!!!

Your fren,

ponymaid said...

Buddy, if Molly is coming, it had better be the jumbo model of an ark and have lots of pony fodder stored aboard...