I hate selfies. I love taking animal selfies. Because then it really isn't a selfie, right? We're in it together. So yesterday, I tried to get a new photo with Socks.
A word about Socks. He's not gelded, yet. He's a full on stud. And he knows it. He's cocky. He knows he's bigger than me. And he *thinks* he's the boss. At this point in time, no one else likes to go into his pasture. He's big enough to make Cadence nervous. Mike just doesn't want to deal with his attitude. So, Socks gets me, and my secret 5th grade dreams of being a horse trainer.
Anyway, back to the selfie. I walk up while he's eating breakfast, whip out the phone, and while I'm smiling away, Socks farts. Not just farts, but farts and SCARES the bejeezus out of himself. He backs up. He bucks. He neighs. And I give him the same look I give my kids when they're acting a fool.
The result?
I think you can see the embarrassment on his face!
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