First thing in the morning I went to do turnout, opened the tackroom door into the barn & looked straight into the innocent face of a big liver chestnut playboy.
|Blink. Blink.*Bats long eyelashes* "Who, ME? Oh...Nonononononono." So convincing, right?|
|Ripped the gate right off the hinges but was unable to reach the hay. 1/4 of a bin of pigfeed? Vanished without a trace.|
|Looks like he aimed for the cats' litter box..... the first time anyways. No shit, he left at least 8 piles in the aisleway & the straw storage area. Upside? His stall was pristine.|