There’s been a lot of action at the Horse Hotel, which has kept the Golden Girls thoroughly entertained. It does prompt the following question, especially at this time of year:

Is someone going to end up on Santa’s naughty list?

Here’s what happened.

Mr. Big–the white horse on the left seems to be a bit of a troublemaker. You’ll remember he’s the one flirting with Miss P. (or vice versa.) Well, he gets bored. It’s an occupational hazard at “horse hotels.” Nothing to do but stand around and eat, flirt with the cute mares next door,


Antagonize your other next-door neighbor.


The last few times I’ve been out feeding Pepper and Chickadee, Mr. Big has opted for choice number three.

These two geldings have been playing “Gotcha” with great skill.

Mr. Big starts it all with a little nip across the fence, a kick between the bars, a challenge to “get me if you think you can.”


And the neighbor?

Well he gets sucked in every time, and returns Mr. Big’s taunts in kind. Ears back, eyes flashing, hooves pawing the ground making mincemeat of the muddy dirt.


They’ll go at it full force for ten or fifteen minutes, then take a break. Each will get a drink of water, maybe munch on a bite or two of hay if any is left, and catch their breath.

Then it starts all over again.


If horses could talk, they’d be saying something like, “Nanner, nanner, nanner. Can’t get me. Just try.”

 I’m told this is a lot like parenting brothers.

I grew up in a family of three girls, so we never played these games. Other games, of course, but not the nanner, nanner, nanner type.

So apparently the old saying is true: Boys will be boys!

Just remember this boys, Santa is watching.