Ownedby4horses
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I’ve been away for a bit from the forum but wanted to share, in the hope that it gives someone a giggle (or serves as a lesson in what not to do, or to never trust a Shetland ?.
Towards the end of last year, I was bringing in my four as usual, I open stable doors, open field gates, everyone walks in calmly, I close doors, end of story.
until this particular day...... One of the mini shetties decides he wants to stand outside the stable, whilst his bestie and my larger mini x go in, I go to close their door with my legs blocking the gap, out darts the smallest mini (28 inches), ducks through my legs and makes a break for it..... promptly taking me off my feet......(I’m 5ft 8 and 11 stone) I’m now face down, backwards on my a 28inch mini, looking at his bum as he canters down the barn, can’t get my legs down as i Appear to be frozen and my feet are level with his head, while I’m thinking “oh crap this isn’t going to end well” I’m also thinking it’s a really comfy canter? , I’ve got a small bucket with treats in, in my left hand, which is rattling furiously, so his buddy joins the race, the door is still open to the field, so I’m thinking it’s good night Vienna for me, if we end up racing around the field.
After what seemed like forever (in reality just 50ft) the rattling treats obviously become too much temptation , he skids to a stop, head down and almost neatly places me back on my feet, with him and his buddy both calm as anything, noses up asking for treats. ?. I was absolutely beside myself worrying he been injured, it just goes to show that they are made of tough stuff (But I wouldn’t recommend riding them!) ?.
Anyone else any amusing tales? Don’t have to be limited to shetlands plotting our demise ?.
Edited to add a photo of him (on the left).
Towards the end of last year, I was bringing in my four as usual, I open stable doors, open field gates, everyone walks in calmly, I close doors, end of story.
until this particular day...... One of the mini shetties decides he wants to stand outside the stable, whilst his bestie and my larger mini x go in, I go to close their door with my legs blocking the gap, out darts the smallest mini (28 inches), ducks through my legs and makes a break for it..... promptly taking me off my feet......(I’m 5ft 8 and 11 stone) I’m now face down, backwards on my a 28inch mini, looking at his bum as he canters down the barn, can’t get my legs down as i Appear to be frozen and my feet are level with his head, while I’m thinking “oh crap this isn’t going to end well” I’m also thinking it’s a really comfy canter? , I’ve got a small bucket with treats in, in my left hand, which is rattling furiously, so his buddy joins the race, the door is still open to the field, so I’m thinking it’s good night Vienna for me, if we end up racing around the field.
After what seemed like forever (in reality just 50ft) the rattling treats obviously become too much temptation , he skids to a stop, head down and almost neatly places me back on my feet, with him and his buddy both calm as anything, noses up asking for treats. ?. I was absolutely beside myself worrying he been injured, it just goes to show that they are made of tough stuff (But I wouldn’t recommend riding them!) ?.
Anyone else any amusing tales? Don’t have to be limited to shetlands plotting our demise ?.
Edited to add a photo of him (on the left).
