He came in from the barn almost in tears...said the horse wouldn't go back out for him and his butt hurt. We have an electric fence and there's a wire that goes across the gate from the lean-to to the rest of the barn. Seems he had hung the wire too close to the gate when he let the horses into their stalls and the wind blew it next to the gate and then somehow his butt got next to the gate and....welll you do the math.
I tried very very hard not to laugh my arse off cause I've been bit by the gate myself and learned quickly where to hang the wire when the wind is blowing. Along with the fact that when I was a kid it took me longer than the average bear to learn NOT to touch the fence wires.
Needless to say I showed him where to hang it so it won't happen again.
Gonna have a good time explaining to his mom and dad why we should call him Sparky now.
Mean old granny, ain't I?
