The dog barks.....I look out my breezeway door, I see horse.....and Steven. WTF...In the BREEZEWAY!?
He had taken her out for a 'walk'....I had convinced him to give her a day off from riding.....He reports that she was super compliant: passing between the car and the fence?? ( thankfully not MY car ) In the woods: no calling....and said he was coming to get me ( get ME?) and she followed him right up the little 4" step into the breezeway????
Now, the front of the breezeway has a 4' step: concrete. the REAR of the breezeway has a wooden ramp, who's composition has weakened over time....In other words: I think it may be rotten enough for a horse hoof to go thru. So he decides to 'turn her around', IN the breezeway.
I am having visions, from my kitchen door, of the glass top table, contents, gas can, chairs and park bench becoming dangerous obstacles.....thankfully, she is petite enough that none of these things are disturbed during the 180 degree change in position to get her OUT of my breezeway....
Walk on, he commands....she complies.....UNTIL she feels her toe suspended over the edge of the step.....the little 4" step! No way, she is thinking, I ain't fallin' for that one: It's a hole. She REFUSES to walk on....Great! She's STUCK in my BREEZEWAY!
I go outside, I get some treats from the garage, I try baiting....not even peppermint treats are enuf to convince her to step into "the hole". I try hay....starting to get a bit nervous, and growing MORE annoyed at Steven for putting her in this predicament, worsened by his giggling at the absurdity of the situation.
Nope, not for treats, food, adoration...she ain't budging.
He reaches for the contents of the glass table....Hammer? No. Deer Antler? No. Ashtray? No. He reaches for the long handled dog toy, the kind that you launch a tennis ball from......still with the BALL in it! Nooooo! Removes ball: tap, tap, tap. Nothin' She's no dummy, not stepping in that hole...we demonstrate. Nope, even tho we didn't DIE, she won't move. Oh great!
Last resort: the ramp.
Holding my breath and crossing hooves that the ramp is stronger than it appears, he does another about face, and starts down the ramp.
It holds......She's out of my breezeway and happily munching grass in the back yard.
Sputtering.....Don't do it again......
C'est la vie.....
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