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This is an old story, and some of you may have heard it before, but I'm just overly amused by it, so I thought I'd share here, too. (Also, this guild has been dead, and this makes me sad. ninja )


This, my friends, is Dante Sonata. Currently three years old and standing at about 12 hands. Don't let that innocent looking face fool you, because behind his baby-like features and friendly attitude, is a calculating mind wondering what kind of trouble he can get into next.
(Also, if you're curious, that's also Dio's butt, which sneaks into a lot of pictures that aren't of him, and Ruby off to Dante's right; she's his dam.)

When Dante was a weanling, and his big brother Bandit was a yearling, I showed both of them at halter. More as an attempt to desensitize them to new things, than setting them up for a career. At the time, I had a small stock trailer with a hay loft in the front.
I took Dante through his show, was awarded second place, and then took him back to the trailer to tie him up; Bandit's show was two classes away, so I had to groom him up. The entire time I'm grooming Bandit, Dante is pestering, bouncing around like a super ball in a cement room, and untying himself and every other horse in reach. At one point, I stepped around to the other side of the trailer, and come back to find him merrily trotting to the next trailer over, leadrope in his mouth (he learned quickly that a dragging lead rope is a trip hazard), no doubt hell bent on untying that friendly little filly over there that had been giving him bedroom eyes all through their class and romping off with her. I recaptured my horse, laughed it off with the filly's owner, and stuck him in the trailer. Not much trouble he can get into in there. I was wrong.
During Bandit's show, I noticed a commotion near my trailer. Towards the end, as they announce placings, they stop to announce, "Dante_Sonata, please report to your trailer. Your horse is stuck." (Or something along those lines.)
I get up there.
And I find this:


He had climbed into the hay loft like some kind of goat. Initially when I found him, he was lying down, happy as pie, but he stood up when I went to get my cell phone to take a picture.
Ideas to get him down ranged from having a couple of the burlier men try to lift him, to luring him down with food, and a few other random thoughts. Eventually, I figured, he hopped up there, he can hop back down. I snapped a lead rope on him, gave it a light tug, and he clambered down after some slight hesitation. Completely unharmed, other than a slight scrape on one front leg. I brought him back outside the trailer for inspection, and he promptly laid down, snorted at me, and flopped on his side, completely disregarding the people standing around and the fact that he'd just laid down on the side of the road. I tried to get him up, but he would have none of it. Just flicked his tail and rubbed his face in the grass, took a mouthful of grass to chew on, and snorted at me again. Eventually, I gave up, tied him up as best I could, and put someone on guard duty to make sure a car didn't come along and hit him.

There are other "misadventures of Dante" I could share, if anyone is interested. He's a special little pony. biggrin

That's hilarious! Crazy pony.

I have a great pony story too, actually. This woman had a horse and a pony who lived together. One night she heard the pony running up and down the field like a maniac and whinnying. She went outside and saw that the pony was kicking a soccer ball up and down the field. She hadn't put the ball in there, and the pony was keeping her up, so she tried to get the ball from him... haha yeah, not likely. So finally at about 3am she got the ball back and put it in the barn.

The next day, someone from the humane society is down at her farm, checking out her horses. She goes down, says hello and asks what's up. They tell her they got a report of what sounded like her beating her horses last night. She explained about the soccer ball, but he didn't believe her. So she went to get the ball and kicked it in front of the pony. The pony gave her an innocent look like he'd never seen the ball before in his life.

Luckily, after a few minutes he couldn't keep himself from playing, so the man from the humane society got to watch the pony playing soccer.

Bad pony razz

Haha, that little snot! I can't even imagine the sort of ruckus he would have had to put up for it to sound like he was being beaten though!