So, its a normal thursday day... Tiffany and I had overcome our bruised butts and vowed that we WOULD wake up early and go to the 9am spinning class. We WOULD withstand the pain and cycle till our legs fell off and we WOULD get in shape before the guys get back from Benning... Well, it was a nice theory!
Instead of a 8:30 call saying "You are going right, cuz if you're not going, I'm not going" I got a 7:30 call asking if I would go with her to the vet because her cat Tigger had gotten sick.
So we corner the cat, who had serious issues with the cat carrier and head out to Elizabethtown.
The animal hospital's waiting room was like all the other ones I'd seen, a carrier with two toy poodle pups in it, a big ole basset hound and us sitting there with Tigger. We notice that someone is having trouble opening the door so I got up to help... enter middle aged woman with long brown hair, dirty sweatshirt and...... THIS.....
She was just bringing in Mr. Big for his eye check up! A 7 week old colt sitting there with the dogs and cats. It was interesting that the dogs and cats didn't seem to be bothered... but we did hear Mr. Big whinny a time or two. You sure don't see that in Durham!
1 comment:
sweet! it's a mini horse though right? like a pony or smaller? it doesn't look like a normal breed colt.
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