Wilson is quite embarassed and doesn't wish me to discuss this but I have promised...I told him I would lean toward an empathetic telling.
The Woman, Penny the Dog and Wilson Pony were out walking in the big field at the end of March. Wilson had arrived just the week before and was still settling in. I should point out that the Woman was leading Wilson on a long rope, having just finished spinning him around on the end of the longer rope in the sand area in the paddock. Things were going well, with Wilson occasionally grabbing a snack of the very earliest grass. The sauntering and snacking continued whilst Penny rummaged around in the hedgerow. Next thing we knew, a loud shrieking filled the air and continued unabated. Molly and I were in the barn dozing and we awakened with the rudest of starts.
Wilson says he couldn't locate the source of the siren-like wailing and became a trifle upset but kept his nerves in check. It seems Penny had caught a large rabbit and was holding onto it by it's posterior as they both zoomed across the field. Then, Penny lost her grip and was left with a mouthful of fur. She was so incensed that SHE then began a secondary chorus of screaming. Wilson could not see what was going on and assumed that Armagaddon was upon us, or at least an invasion by hysterical, shrieking aliens. He called to us in garbled tones that we understood as "UNDER ATTACK MONSTERS EVERYWHERE HELPPPP" and we quickly chimed in with advice "RUN RUN RUN HEAD FOR HOME!" So he immediately sprang into action. The Woman later remarked that we were the most useless Greek Chorus in history. (I must research that.)
Unfortunately, in his panic, he forgot that Herself was attached to the end of the rope. They made their way down the field in a series of circles, the Woman's elbow firmly planted in Wilson's neck. And that is how the shoulder came to be a shadow of it's former self.
Shoulder rehab continues and Wilson is working with the trainer as the Woman is rather limited in gesticulating with her right arm. On a brighter note, it's much easier to ignore her commands if necessary and watching her doing things with her left hand is an endless source of amusement.
Wilson says he is staying far away from all things rabbit for the forseeable future. And he claims he is quite contrite although he continues to indulge in all sorts of prankish pony behaviour that leads me question his vow of reformation.
***And once again, I apologize for the mysterious lack of paragraphs. I put them in and poof! gone.
4 comments:
Oh my - sending much healing energy to The Woman's shoulder and hope that it heals fully and as soon as possible.
Sheaffer, I feel The Woman has miscast you as one of the Greek Chorus. You are of course the Hero of whatever tale is being told, and Herself has simply become discombobulated.
You must take firm hold of the situation and reclaim your rightful role in this saga.
Whatever you do, do not let that Painted Pony Wilson gain The Woman's ear - these ponies love center stage. Do not even ask me how I know this!
billie - Thank you, I will pass on your kind words to Herself. And of course you have seen the flaw in her pronouncing me one of the Greek Chorus - I was trying to come to her rescue, albeit long distance and vocally. As to Wilson loving centre stage - just let me say he's camped there and won't budge. I have a story for you on that front...it involved compost and a worried call to the veterinarian. Wilson is fine, the Woman says she has a migraine.
Oh dear!Our woman sends her condolences as Tammy pony broke her (the woman's) nose in very similar circimstances.
When she finally got out of hospital, the woman lectured us for some time on the indignity of having a balloon forced down her nasal passage & then inflated to stop the bleeding.
I feel our woman was at fault,as we are highly evolved to run from danger & dogs ARE predators. So, under the circumstances, I feel Wilson is blameless in this incident.
However, Billie is quite right in saying that he ought not to be allowed centre stage - ponies are also highly evolved in stealing every scrap of food available & will take advantage of the woman's limited knowledge and your own innate good manners. Stamp some authority now, before the position is lost forever!
Dougie - Good grief, your pony friend caused your woman to have a balloon inserted in her nostril and inflated - I am stunned and frankly rather impressed. I can only imagine it was a bizarre procedure that she would like to avoid again at all costs. Penny claims innoncence here, as does Wilson and we haven`t been able to question the rabbit so I believe your assessment is correct. No one to blame but Herself. Wilson carries on as though his smallish two-tone body is occupied by at least five ponies full of personality`(let`s call it personality, shall we)... He seems quite irrepressible.
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