Pony Rave

We had one of those Mondays, Jack and I.  Its rare and it fell mostly on Jack.

Jack found parts for my parents’ stove top but not in town.  He ordered online which will take a few days.  We need to leave on Tuesday.  So, he disconnected the bad circuit board and managed to get the stove top back together by 6:30pm.  My parents like to eat by 7pm at the latest.  I drafted my mom into stirring the risotto while I cooked the rest of the fresh packaged meals.  I egged her on as she stirred, repeatedly.  She protested each time with “its not done yet?”  This is the one time my mother will ever make risotto as its way too much work in her book.  I juggled the cooking successfully, the meals are designed to make one at a time.  In other words, nothing burned and no pot ended up on the floor.

Jack and I breath a sigh of relief as the evening wears down.  JJ grumbles, plopping next to me as I climb into bed.  An hour later, JJ startles me awake, barking.  I listen and hear the clip clop of hooves.  Rushing out of bed, I race to the window.  First to the west, where the neighbor’s barn is.  Its quiet.  I rush out into the living room and look north.  The neighbor’s mini horse stands quietly in his corral.  By now, everyone in the house is awake, asking why the dog is barking.  I know I heard horse hooves on pavement.  No one else did.

I look east, near the road, at the end of my  parent’s property.  Sure enough, a dark outline of a horse but could be a large pony.  The neighbor to the south owns two large ponies.  Its too dark to tell.  My mom gets on the phone to the southern neighbor to let them know.  Jack rushes down the drive  with a small flashlight  and slowly coaxes the ponies back in.  The next morning we discover the ponies had quite the night, trotting behind their owner’s house, down the drive, up my parent’s drive and through my parent’s enormous lawn.  The ponies have no grass in their corral,  just dirt and my parent’s property is covered in lush grass.  Its a pony blowout, take the old fence down and go for the grass.

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