I used to really, really (reallyreally) hate to have my feet worked on. I mean, it's just kind of unnatural to let other creatures handle your feet. I need my feet, and I need them under me at all times. What would happen if something bad became of one of my feet? (Shudder...)It used to be SO hard to let anybody touch them, and I just sort... well....I had a big fit. You know what I mean? Do you ever have big fits about things?
So they got long, and ugly, and kind of uncomfortable, but I had such big fits that nobody wanted to trim them.
But - these new humans kind of tricked me, I guess - they rubbed my legs nicely, and then pet my feet nicely, and then I just let them pick up a foot (just for a second!) and they kept bugging me and I slowly got used to it - sometimes they even gave me cookies if I was good (don't tell!)
So the first couple of times Feet Guy came I was really nervous, and I argued with him a little, but he was really patient, and just sort of wore me down, and in the end, it didn't really hurt, and they felt better when he was done - lighter, and comfier.
BUT! TODAY!
I stood at the trailer tied up just like the horses, and I even picked my feet up when he pinched my leg, and I didn't once (NOT ONCE!) yank a foot away from him, or hop around or lean on him to make him let go, or nip his behind or ANYTHING. My humans were very proud, but I acted like it was just an every day thing. It's worth almost anything to show up the horses, you know.
So- yes. Once again - the six year old un-broke burro was better behaved than the three-times-her-age horses. Go figure. (Rolling eyes) Sigh - what do you expect?
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