The Gauntlet Is Thrown Down!

Yesterday I grabbed the little stool from the RV and walked out to the pasture to take some pics of the miniature horses and the little donkey. All of these animals are short little buggers and you can't just 'point and shoot'. All the shots end up looking like you have the critter under a microscope. All the shots look like you're a towering giant peering down on regularly sized horses. So, I try sitting on the stool to position me more on their plateau.

Pete, far out in the pasture, raised his furry head and spied me. Ahh-ha. A person to love. He moseyed over and proceeded to become a downright pest. I'm sure he thought since I'd perched myself in his pasture he could come over and crawl into my jacket pocket. "UGH, big fella, you don't fit in there!" Snuggle, snuggle, sniff, sniff. "Pete, stop it!"

Pete didn't stop the mauling so the gauntlet was thrown down. It wasn't the chain mail gauntlet of yore, but rather a stretchy, lovely periwinkle colored garden glove. Oops, guess where it landed?



Indignantly, Pete glanced back at the threat. "Whatinthehell," he snorted. "I take the time to come visit my favorite lady person and shower affection upon her head and this is how I am repaid?"



In the very highest expression of donkey-dom wisdom, Pete relinquished. He moved on to more important matters. In between the munching I heard him mutter something under his breath, "Whatever..."