Louie here, I’ll tell you right off the bat… I don’t like much of anything, especially grooming. I give my owner hell if she’s carrying a rope and halter because that usually means something I don’t like is going to happen. Unless there’s food in the deal, my motto is plain and simple, catch me if you can!
Try to squirt me with fly spray and I’ll show you that size doesn’t matter. Don’t think so? Go ahead, test me and I’ll prove it. Unfortunately, I did let my guard down for a minute and the next thing I knew was wearing a fly mask. Okay… for now, but only until I figure out how to get it off. I also don’t like to be brushed, and the only water that touches me better be falling from the sky. If a farrier is on the property I’ll know it, and I have only two words for him… go away.
Give me a stretch of shade, a little hay and water and I’m good to go. But I’m told everybody works around here, including me. One job I have is to keep my burro friend company. This requires very little effort so I don’t mind this at all. But working out because I’m supposedly too fat is completely unacceptable. So I will continue to push my owners buttons until she gives up on this dreadful task… so far this hasn’t quite worked according to plan. But the jokes on her cuz I’m still a chunk after all her effort!
I saw it coming… my owner approaching me with a rope, halter, brushes and… is that fly spray? Oh no! Is she coming for me? Is that my halter? Oh no! She was, and yes that was definitely my halter. A perfectly good afternoon of standing around doing nothing, ruined. I’ll run, pitch a fit, or… and with that last thought, I was snatched up and on my way to who knows where. Then the worst happened, I was tied to a fence and groomed!
Well, it’s all over now and here I am, brushed, sort of clipped, and in spite of my disagreement… handsome. Now, excuse me while I go roll in the mud… just to make sure we are clear on who really has the last say around here.
It seems to have slipped little Louie’s mind that there is actually something his attitudinal self does like. It may be only one thing, but he does enjoy walking through the neighborhood to the nearby mountain range. Oh, seems there’s no complaint about rubbing him behind the ears either. – ae
amy elizabeth, TBN Ranch