pennyturner
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I think you're all sane enough so long as you're still speaking/singing in 'human'. I have a friend who has lived alone in the woods for many years, who chats endlessly to his chickens in...'chicken'!
I think you're all sane enough so long as you're still speaking/singing in 'human'. I have a friend who has lived alone in the woods for many years, who chats endlessly to his chickens in...'chicken'!
I do normally have conversations with the horse in English, but I have to admit when he addresses me, I talk back in horse So every morning, when I pull up at the field and hear "wheeeeeeehehehehe", I always reply "wheeeehehehehehe" back. And if the horse says "huhuhuhuhuh", I do sometimes say "huhuhuhuhuh" back to him.
Better sign off now, I think that's the men in white coats coming for me...
......When you ask your horses opinion everytime you pick up a pace :/
After 6 years, I have managed to ride out with my land owner, but I doubt she'll want to bother again after I kept asking Dizzy if he was okay to trot and canter lol
* cringe *
It's a problem the madness but only in our Interactions with others , pick your friends and it's fine .
I'm even worse... I will also say, out loud, Geoff's replies...
I sing to my horse... just as well we hack alone.... and now that I think about it, this could be the reason?!
I do normally have conversations with the horse in English, but I have to admit when he addresses me, I talk back in horse So every morning, when I pull up at the field and hear "wheeeeeeehehehehe", I always reply "wheeeehehehehehe" back. And if the horse says "huhuhuhuhuh", I do sometimes say "huhuhuhuhuh" back to him.
OMG, I do that when I am driving past full skips on the road and even prepare myself for the spook when I drive past.
I think you're all sane enough so long as you're still speaking/singing in 'human'. I have a friend who has lived alone in the woods for many years, who chats endlessly to his chickens in...'chicken'!
Mr Horse and I have lovely conversations about the state of people's gardens ("those tulips are hideous - striped ones are soo common, don't you think . . ?) the clothes worn by the locals/not locals in the country park ("no wonder the dog won't come back - would you want to own up to answer to someone wearing THAT . . ..) etc. yes, we are raging snobs, but no one knows cos we are all smiles and waves on the outside . . I can speak reasonable Oriental cat, passable Whippet and basic hen. Not too good with human. Can't think why . . .
It's when you are coming up to the big finish on a Disney number you've been singing while in the middle of nowhere and a cyclist appears behind you looking highly amused, nods at the tone deaf loony and pedals off as fast as possible!
Or is that just me?