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Baymule
Herd Master
I trimmed Ringo’s hooves yesterday. He ran, I chased. He wheeled, spinning away, I outflanked him. I finally got a foot and snipped a little. He snatched it back. I picked up a hind foot. If he was a horse, he’d of kicked my head off. We had a talk. I had a pocket of corn. I gave him a little. Then we went from RUN! to CIRCLE BACK TO THAT POCKET! Ringo makes me laugh. It went something like this;
Corn
Foot-snip
Corn
Foot-snip
Corn
Foot-HA! I got 2 snips!
Corn
Lots of rubs and scratches.
I got his feet trimmed, examined them, he got corn treats. Spoiled brat!
Corn
Foot-snip
Corn
Foot-snip
Corn
Foot-HA! I got 2 snips!
Corn
Lots of rubs and scratches.
I got his feet trimmed, examined them, he got corn treats. Spoiled brat!