She stand there looking glorious; bright eyes, pricked ears, mane lightly ruffled in the breeze. And then? High tails it to her buddies, with her fellow hippo just a little bit closer to me than she is.
|This is NOT what I act like, seriously|
Evidently the Hippo wants a vacation. Her 4-5 day work week, composed of dressage schooling, limited hopping over jumps and seaside hacking, totalling a maximum of 8 hours? Yup, too much work. I mean, its practically abuse to make a hippo work this hard. After 7pm at night too, what an uncivilized hour!
|You too can help an overworked hippo|
Off I trudge/limp, through the mud, to catch the hippo. The hippo is making discreet head motions at her buddy. "Take that guy. He's bored. I'm sure he's bored and he's 6 inches closer than I am" I pull out the hard core ammunition. Mini carrots.
Here Not-the-hippo, have a carrot! (Hippo gives me a squint-eyed look) Here Not-MY-hippo, have a carrot! (Hippo looks indignant) Here hippo, have a halter, then a carrot. (Hippo looks resigned and munches)
Off we trudge (well, she trudges. I limp) together back through the mud across the field for a night of grooming. massage, ditch hopping and light ride. Because, hippo has a hard life!
|Its a hard knock life for hippos|