...because i always get it. to be continued...
(and now for the rest of the story)
I was not planning on going to the barn tonight. My husband was working in CA for the week, so I wanted to get some cleaning done, and pick him up when he got back to Seattle. Ms. Denali had different ideas... My trainer called me around 5 o'clock to let me know that the power went out to her paddock (I did the wiring, opps!) and that Denali could no longer stand back and watch the grass grow! She needed to sample it. My trainer assured me that she was fine, a little mark on her leg, but no damage. She moved the wire aside to make an entry way, and said she'd fix it after D went in. I, being the world's most anal horse mom, couldn't just leave it at that. I needed to go see her for myself. So through the rain and rush hour I made my way to the barn. It only took an hour, I was impressed.
I walked over to check on D, and she let out her super loud nicker and took a few steps towards me. She stopped and then looked at the grass, then at me. Her nicker changed, and so did her expression. It was hilarious. Almost as if to say, "Um mom, I loves you, but I loves the grass too much."
I walked to find my trainer to see how I could fix the electricity and came back after about 10 minutes. Denali at this point "Tried" to come see me but dang if she couldn't figure out where the opening of the fence was. "Sorry mom, I'd love to obey, but you see there is grass here that needs eatting and I just can't figure out how to get out of here."
Fixed the problem (duct tape doesn't fix everything! Opps) and restrung the fence. I put Denali back in, and she went right to the fence to see if she could eat grass. She careful put her wiskers near the fence, let out a sigh, and went back to eating leaves in her dry (well, grassless) paddock.