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April 17 2010
Sonny is furious. Perhaps he's dissatisfied with his stature. He is a miniature horse after all. And it's clearly not an advantage when all your friends are much, much taller— 15' 3 hands or more. They're real horses. Whereas Sonny is real like the Skin Horse was real to the little boy. Through the magic of the nursery.
But back to the point. Sonny is pissed. Mostly I don't think it's his size that bothers him because although it keeps him at the bottom rung of the equine ladder, it also keeps him high on the human one. And he's often brushed and coddled and led about and generally made a big fuss of.
But even this attention doesn't make him happy. He's just that kind of personality. A grouch. I think we all sort of respect him more for it. If he was so, so cute and so, so sweet, it'd be too much. Saccharine.
Every night he comes up to me in the pasture as I head towards the barn to shut the chickens up for the night. And I say hello, and I lean down, and I give him a kiss on his furry pony nose. Just one kiss. He won't allow anymore. And then he looks dissatisfied and sometimes he tries to bite me on my thigh. And then he's off.
I'm dismissed for the more interesting blade of grass that's a few feet away.
But back to the point. Sonny is pissed. Mostly I don't think it's his size that bothers him because although it keeps him at the bottom rung of the equine ladder, it also keeps him high on the human one. And he's often brushed and coddled and led about and generally made a big fuss of.
But even this attention doesn't make him happy. He's just that kind of personality. A grouch. I think we all sort of respect him more for it. If he was so, so cute and so, so sweet, it'd be too much. Saccharine.
Every night he comes up to me in the pasture as I head towards the barn to shut the chickens up for the night. And I say hello, and I lean down, and I give him a kiss on his furry pony nose. Just one kiss. He won't allow anymore. And then he looks dissatisfied and sometimes he tries to bite me on my thigh. And then he's off.
I'm dismissed for the more interesting blade of grass that's a few feet away.
