LA: Gem gave my (77 year old) mother quite a fright the other morning.
Me: Oh, dear! What happened?
LA: She walked into the barn to do morning feed and Gem walked up the aisle to greet her.
LA: Yep. He got out of his stall, helped himself to hay from the storage area, pulled all the blankets off the hangers, and pooped up and down the aisle.
Me: Good grief.
LA: Yep. We are going to have to make sure that the top part of his stall is closed when he's inside so he can't reach the latch.
Now, three things came to mind when she told me this story. One: Someone forgot to lock his door. Two: I am glad that the sweet feed is locked in a separate room. Three: I am glad that he didn't eat any string/twine when he was chowing down.
Christmas Day I received a Facebook IM from the mother of a young lady who has her horse with LA.
RR: That Gem of yours should be named Houdini. LOL
Me: What's going on??
RR: The girls came back from riding in the the arena and he was enjoying his own Christmas dinner.
Me: You mean he got out again??!
RR: Yes. And Kal was loose with him.
Me: You can't mean that Gem let Kal out??!! Really??
RR: He's smart.....
Geez, could Gem really be opening his stall latch??!! And, was he now asking others to join his party?! WTH! I reminded the barn help about keeping the top door of this stall shut.
A few days later, when I was tacking up to go on my trail ride, another boarder came up to me and Gem and started laughing.
She: That boy of yours is hilarious
She: I was helping bringing in the horses last night and your boy came trotting over to
me looking all beautiful and full of himself and as he got closer I saw he was dragging
something behind him.
Me: Oh. What was it?
She: Half of the electric fence.
Fortunately, Gem wasn't hurt. Unfortunately, the ball of fencing he created couldn't be salvaged. Sigh.
We have had a lot of snow over the last couple of weeks and when we went out over the holiday break, we were breaking new trails. DH's Mom and I were joined by another boarder. Although it was -10C and windy, it was so utterly beautiful and pristine that we suffered the frigid temps for an hour and a half. Gem was happy to be out. He pranced a few times, he was curious at how different everything looked. It was a good work out for him, plowing through the snow. The trails in the forest were a bit tight due to the tree branches being lower from the weight of the snow.
The first time it happened, I thought it was just an accident. The second time it happened, I took notice. The third time it happened, DH's Mom, who was behind me, cracked up. As we walked through the forest, Gem would grab a cedar tree branch in his mouth and then let it go. Not only would I get smacked with the branch, but the snap movement would cause a mini avalanch from the branches in close proximity, which would end up on me. Gem continued to use me as his source of amusement for the duration of our ride through the forest. DH's Mom was having quite a good laugh at my expense.
I had no idea how much snow was on me until we got back to the barn. Gem had a pile of snow on his butt and the snow was jammed into the crevices of my saddle. As I rinsed off Gem's bit in the clean room, I got a good look at myself in the mirror. I had a little mountain of snow on the top of my helmet, there was packed snow around my collar, on my shoulders, on the front and back of my coat and packed into the zipper. There was snow in my pockets. Not my best look. :-)
Well, our weekly lessons start up again on Tuesday after a 3 week hiatus and I have to say that I am looking forward to getting back into the routine. Perhaps regular activity will help curb Gem's mischievousness.... nah, probably not.... :-)