The Couch of Death

Maddy and I went on another trail ride today.

Let me pause to recognize a growing trend: newfound confidence on trails = NO MORE RING WORK. Both Lucy and I are happy with this change.

Ok, back to the story.

So we were out traipsing around the woods when we came across a couch. On the side of the trail. In the woods. In the middle of winter. In New England.

Um, weird.

This couch has been there for a month or two but this was the first time Lucy and the roly poly Arab Pretty had seen it. Both horses were beside themselves with fear and each exhibited not-fun reactions, like blowing up backwards, spooking repeatedly, snorting, and generally acting like asses about it.

(For the record, the first time Cairo and I walked past it on a hike, she was like, Huh, there's a couch. Carry on!)

Neither of us could get our horses up close to this thing so Maddy hopped off and lead Pretty up to the couch.

After a minute or so, Pretty seemed to accept the couch so I tried to get Lucy to walk up to it. She carried on being an ass so I also hopped off and lead her up to it. She really, really did not want to get close to this couch but I persuaded her that it wasn't bad, and this is how I did it:



Classy!

Then I put a cookie on the couch and made her eat the cookie off the couch. Obviously, a cookie dispensing couch can't be all THAT evil.

"right there! do you see it?"

after much deliberation, she ate the cookie

This was a day none of us will forget!