Reminds me of my own during the Fall. Such a snorty “warhorse” he can be. Yet this stupid monkey keeps climbing up on his back and playing Equine Russian Roulette; which is more “interesting” than the original. heh heh
This monkey will get on any rhino relative she is offered. She came closer to being killed on one of those than any other time in her life (just about). Yet she persists. Is there something wrong with us horsie monkeys?
Nah, we just like the adrenaline rush of possible death, that’s all. Of course, if you ever came over here, I’d offer my rhino relative for a spin, but warn you that he’s an irrepressible dork who thinks – and acts – like a monkey sometimes.
My patron is becoming a photographer. His horse Prophet, or Lord Kicked-In-The-Head, rules his life: http://www.flickr.com/photos/eschneider/ “Mints! Where are the mints!!?”
…this can’t end well…
Reminds me of my own during the Fall. Such a snorty “warhorse” he can be. Yet this stupid monkey keeps climbing up on his back and playing Equine Russian Roulette; which is more “interesting” than the original. heh heh
This monkey will get on any rhino relative she is offered. She came closer to being killed on one of those than any other time in her life (just about). Yet she persists. Is there something wrong with us horsie monkeys?
Nah, we just like the adrenaline rush of possible death, that’s all. Of course, if you ever came over here, I’d offer my rhino relative for a spin, but warn you that he’s an irrepressible dork who thinks – and acts – like a monkey sometimes.
My patron is becoming a photographer. His horse Prophet, or Lord Kicked-In-The-Head, rules his life: http://www.flickr.com/photos/eschneider/ “Mints! Where are the mints!!?”