Conversations with the Butterball Tee-Bee -- December 5, 2013

On today's episode of Conversations with the Butterball Tee-Bee, we find the hapless owner taking a study break to go out and turn him out after his massage. She walks in the barn to find him blissfully enjoying life. And then.....he spotted her.

"Mom! Mom! I haven't seen you in FOREVER! Scratch my nose. Got a cookie?"

"It's only been 4 days."

"No. Forever. Nose?"

"4 lousy days."

"That's "FOREVER" in cookies. I'm starving. Mom. Mom! I'm getting a massage. Scratch my nose. Pet my head. Rub my ears. Feed me cookies!"

"Must you be a Nuissance?"

Our favorite Massage lady interjects here that someone, who shall remain nameless but he's kind of a bay cookie monster, was very well behaved until I showed up.

"Mom! scratch my nose again. Got more cookies?"

This continued, until he interrupted himself by smelling cookies in our favorite Massage lady's pocket. It is painfully obviously that someone has a bloodhound nose in a Thoroughbred body. He begged his way into the treats that weren't even his, and then the pest-like behavior resumes. "Mom! Got cookies?"

"Good grief, you're spoiled."

"Wonder why that is. Got a cookie?"

"Probably Catherine's. (TeeHee ;-) )
And no. You had two. You can have two more when I turn you out."

"YEAH! She's the cookie lady."

"NO shit, sherlock."

"Got more?"
.....repeat ad nauseum

"Blanket time."

"NO! NO blankets! It's warm inside and you have cookies in your pocket."

"YOu can have them when I turn you out. WOould you PLEASE quit twisting yourself up like a pretzel and let me do you neck up? You'll freeze to death like a Rascal-sicle without it and I cannot do it up when you're twisted in six directions."

Eventually they manage to get out the door.

"Hey, mom? It's cold out here. How about I climb in your pocket with those cookies."

"Would you please walk on my right side?"

"The cookies are in the left pocket. I'm gonna crawl in there."

"You. Don't. FIT."

"I can try."

"How about no."

"Ok. Here I am leading good. Oh, hey, can I try to climb in your pocket with the cookies?"

"NO."

"But...."

And so it repeated, from one end of the yard to the other. Someone is obviously WAY too cheerful and cheeky. And, oh, Fat, too. Definitely still living up to the Butterball part of his name.

Oh good lord, I love this horse.