Noah and the diaper

Noah and the Diaper From the Paint Horse Link Friday, 06-Aug-1999 16:33:33 Jill writes:

I have a Hot Scotch Man colt that is a yearling this year....he hit the ground a horse in a boy suit!! He really does believe he's one of us....he has known his name since about 3 weeks of age...ran from his mom to us from the pasture everyday...greets everybody that comes to visit. We taught him how to "kiss"...he presses his lips on your cheek. We taught him by kissing him cuz he was right beside us all the time, and then taking his cheeks and pushing him to us, like we leaned to kiss him....(yes, I know some trainer is really going to love that one someday...but, too bad!!!)..ha ha. Anyway, he also from day one took out anything we put in the burning barrel...had to know what we were throwing away in case he needed it...then he plays with whatever it is and we have to load it all back in.

One day, we had our new grandbaby at the farm with us....and as it usually happens, here comes the big poopie of the day, right at the barn....and boy, it was an eye burner!!! So instead of throwing the dirty deed away in the trash, we decided it had to go into the burning barrel to be roasted, lest the EPA get wind of it!! (so to speak!!!) I change the diaper, take it to the barrel, and go back in to mix the feed for feeding time.

I go back out with the feed and I'm not paying much attention to anything and all of a sudden hear running hoofsteps.... I look up and Noah is running straight at me...full force....not slowing down... I say.."Noah...what are you doing..slow down..you're gonna run over me!"...and I can see that his big blue eyes are standing out on their stems. He comes to a sliding halt 2 inches from my face and I since even then at 12 mos. he was 15H's,and I'm short, I look up and he has his lips pressed together so tight that he looks like they're glued in a grimace. At about the same time as that observation....I SMELL it...and I'm thinking...NO WAY..... I ease over to get a look at the burning barrel and sure enough...there's the stinky diaper, on the ground...and the contents are surrounding my buddies entire muzzle from his curiosity....and he is wiggin out.... His eyes are saying.."Mama...get it OFF!!!!"...and he isn't about to open that mouth either.... He follows me to the barn door with this look like "hurry...hurry.."...with his eyeballs still popped out and I get a rag, wet it and he stands perfectly still and never moved his lips until it was all off....

The minute it was off....he went to doing the horsey jig...he was stomping his feet, jumping front to back with his feet, flimming and flimming and it was just like he was saying.."Gross...oh gross...what was that, what was that...yucky...." I laughed so hard I thought I'd die. I had to keep wiping the rest of the evening...he couldn't get the smell out from under his nose.