More of jyotiās adventures in pet-sitting.
Didnāt realise how blurry the first pic was so hereās more of her adorableness!
I put the bell from a Lindt bunny on her because sheās tiny and silent without it
I donāt believe you. Thatās not a dog, itās an adorable toy! 
Haha the many puncture marks Iām currently adorned with disagree!
Yep! Itās just a toā¦ OUCH! MY EAR!
Looks like someone has thrice missed the cat-shaped trash can with flip-up head.
Are you ever, EVER going to get tired of triggering my snek reflex?
Just trying in my own twisted way to get through these trying times. 
O my Dog, this one is begging for one of your famous meme-ifications! Plz shoop?
I demanded a bellād collar for our late TwitchyWoo kitty b/c every time I was in the kitchen, he kept trying to take my life. Heād silently follow me in there and do his Lord Underfoot routine. I stepped on his tail several times, and even got one of his paws once in a while. Heād also very helpfully claw me when Iād almost/trip over him, and even when I stepped over or past him w/o his ever being in danger. I didnāt want to keep yelling and stomping at him to chase him out of the kitchen when he followed me. Even though it was done to preserve both our lives, and keep my blood inside my legs, it was so mean.
Imagine our delight when I found some really cute ones w/glow in the dark stars & moons, and then ones with GITD fish on!
They worked like a charm, prolonging both our lives, and both my legs! He even liked the bells, and made them ring just when he felt like it XD
Not Tricky Woo.
Well, have you ever seen a sitting horse?
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One afternoon after our lessons, mom and I were grazing āourā school horses. āMyā Ali decided he wanted to roll, so I quickly backed up and paid out the line, keeping it close to the ground, so the chain at his end wouldnāt bash him in the face if he moved his head around.
He lay down on his right side, and rolled a while, then sat up just like this fella. He sat like that for quite some time, and looked rather thoughtful. We were cracking up, never having seen a horse sitting up for so long!
I just knew he was trying to decide whether he should lay down on his left and roll, or go back down on his right again and roll all the way over.
I told him he was A Very Good Boy, that he could do whichever thing he wanted, that Iād keep the hell out of his way, and that he didnāt have to rush his decision. He thought about it a little longer, then lay down on his left. He rolled and squiggled and thrashed about for a while before standing back up with a cute grunty noise, then shook himself. What fun!
We then had another great experience a few minutes later. A couple little girls were grazing ātheirā mounts, when one of the horses began showing signs of lying down. Both girls kinda freaked out, being unfamiliar with horsesā doing that. Their legs do some mighty weird-looking stuff before lying down, esp when they slowly do it. We called over to her that the horse was only going to roll, and everything was OK. We told her to pay out the lead and back up to give the horse room and keep her safe, to hold on tight, and since her lead also had a chain, I told her to keep it close to the ground and why.
Still pretty freaked, she perfectly heeded all our advice, and both girls laughed and laughed as the horse rolled and squiggled and thrashed about, kicking upwards while on her/his back, grunting and blowing.
We told her, āGreat job!ā once the horse was back upright, and they both thanked us.
Nor was he the Scottish techno musician called TwitchyWu.
I was in the company of an Icelandic gentleman and a recently imported Icelandic Horse when I witnessed an interesting snek reflex manifestation. Mom and I had gone to Lou-uh-vulle, Kentucky for Equitana, a big four-day horse expo.
Sindri kept trying to lead an adorable horsie out of the stable, who had been perfectly behaved until we got near the door. He even let me try leading him out, but no dice.
Realization suddenly hit me. There was a chain, formerly used as a rather feeble hot-weather means of keeping horses inside, buried under bedding sawdust & dirt in the slot where the doors slid open & closed. I said, "Itās the chain! He thinks itās a snake!" and immediately began digging it out with my heel.
Sindri seemed a little confused, but the horsie intently watched. It took some work, but at last enough of it was freed so I could pull it up out of the little trench, and the horse could finally identify it. The horse looked more than a little relieved, and Sindri was surprised.
Being intelligent as well as kind, Sindri gently led the horsie out of the stable a little ways and back in again a few times, to make sure he was happy, and would readily go in and out again later on.
Sindri had already decided to go get a different horse anyway, since he was getting a horse for riders to try as a demonstration of the Icelandic Horse experience. Altho the first horsie was now fine, for safetyās sake he wanted one who hadnāt been spooky a few minutes ago.
He chose another adorable horsie, a sweet white pinto with big gray patches (which is a fairly uncommon color combination). He walked right out of the stable without ahem a hitch - Iād made sure the chain was still readily ID-able when Iād laid it back down.
As he led the horse to the little riding ring, I had another realization, and with genuine awe I said, āSindri, there arenāt any snakes in Iceland, are there?ā
He almost gasped, and actually stopped, but quickly recovered, and in wonderment he managed to answer, āNo. No, there arenāt!ā We just stood there, gawking at each other.
āThat collective, genetic memory really is something, isnāt it?ā I said with amazement, and he naturally concurred. We had a jolly good headshaking laugh about the whole scene once we got over our mindsā being blown, and continued our mission.
Several of us tried that little gray and white cutie, and loved him and his smooth AF, running walk-like tƶlt, one of the unusual gaits for which the Icelandic Horse is justly famed.
Indeed!
Gerald Durrell said they have quite a range of strange, freaky sounds available to them when they are esp angry!
Bonus dreaming Tilli:
ā¦and a coupla bonuseseses courtesy of Useless Farm:
Gary Gusey:
and Doug (who has the worldās greatest eyeliner):
Ummmm the he youāre referring to in the Maggie shoop is a she. Thanks!
Thx! Iāve made the correction. (The hazard of reacting to a pic only and shutting all else out.)
