Yeah so he's not dead.
So thats good.
Came home from shows to see that he had eaten some hay. Good. Good.
But he had no interest in coming back into the barn for the night with dinner. Just stood there. Feet planted. Staring at me like a bull about to charge. With those weird googalie eyes.
So I fetch his halter put it on & try to give him a tug in. He reluctantly walks toward the barn. But when it came to the fork in the road he stalled as if he forgot which direction he lived.
So I waited patiently... Finally his head turned left pointing to the direction of home & I saw my chance... & gave his butt a huge PUSH!!!!!!
Aaaaaand he turned right.
Yikes then he flew past me out of the barn... And back in... And back out.... And in & out.
The horses snorting & spinning in their stalls spitting out their dinners over the rukus.
....apparently that corn chicken feed (donated bag I don't feed corn) made him a little too HOT to come in.
I proceeded to watch him run back & fourth jumping in & out of the tortoise pen. At least 8 times. Yes folks... That means he was jumping the 3ft wall (and with another good foot of clearance) repeatedly.
Hey this was fun.
I wanted to play.
So we fake charged each other & chased back & forth until he jumped it about another 10 times.
With a few tongues licks up the nose I knew he was spent. So he reluctantly followed me in.
Let's hope tonight's barricade holds till morning.
I'm running out of ideas for this bloke to burn off the hot!