Rock says, "Howdy."
It's rude. I wouldn't tolerate children or a coworker pressuring me like that when I'm busy, and I won't tolerate my animals doing it either. Rock is like a prisoner banging a tin cup on the metal bars every time I try to get my chores handled, only he's not even locked up. He's telling me to lock him up, because that's the precursor to being fed.
If I get the long whip out of the tack room and crack it at him, he and the other horses will run away and stay away, but that only works for as long as I keep the whip with me. If I set it down somewhere, the horses will chew on it and try to break it, and I have to set it down because I need two hands to shovel manure. They are such pests.
So, I needed a new technique to get Rock out of the barn while I'm working. On impulse, when he began banging the gate, I yanked my shoe off my foot and threw it at him.
I know... who throws a shoe, right? (Austin Powers reference.)
I nailed him in the neck, the shoe fell to the ground, and Rock didn't even flinch. He just looked down and said, "Oooooh. New toy!"
It only took two throws of the shoe for him to get the idea and stop banging. Hopefully, he'll remember that I'm always wearing shoes, and therefore he should not continue with the gate banging behavior.
We had snow...
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