Giddy Up, Butterfly
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I’m sure many of you have no idea how important your comments about this website are and how seriously they are taken.

Just the other day, for example, there we were trekking along in the wilderness when Butterfly spied a certain tree.

“Look!” she said, “a horse!”

Personally, I thought it looked like a brontosaurus and Ali thought it looked like an elephant.  But, hey, whatever makes Butterfly happy.

“You know,” I told her, “BJP did tell you to giddyup after my last blog.”

“Then I suppose,” she said, “that I’ll just have to get on this creature.”

She's nothing if not determined

Can the two of them manage?

Ali quickly stepped up to assist Butterfly in mounting her horse.  I couldn’t quite believe my eyes.

I don't think this is working ...

This whole thing gets better, because I finally remembered the video function on my camera.

And if I couldn’t believe what was happening, look at what the poor “creature” thought of all these shenanigans.

I circled its head - on the right, in red

Doesn’t that face just look like one of total disbelief?  Doesn’t it look like it cannot fathom why these idiotic humans are doing whatever it is they think they are doing to it?

Eureka!  Mission accomplished!

If this isn’t Butterfly going “Giddy up!” I don’t know what is.  She looks pretty proud of herself.

Afterwards, Ali and I proceeded to watch the video on my camera and dissolved into laughter all over again.

“Hey!” Butterfly yelled, “help me get down from here!”

We both looked up and laughed even harder when we saw the horseback rider stuck in the tree, waiting patiently for us.

How long do I have to sit here?

Unfortunately during the dismount, she scraped her leg on the horse’s rough hide and started spurting blood.  It’s those dang blood thinners she takes.  I had to drag a few first-aid supplies out of my back pack (gauze and vet-wrap) to get things under control.  She kept complaining and telling me to just stick Kleenex on it.  Yeah, like that’d work.  I pointed out that since I do her laundry, I did not want to deal with blood-stained pants and socks, thank you very much, and we’d do this my way.  She didn’t want me to “waste” my expensive first-aid supplies.

the wounded rider

She was happy with the color of the vet wrap and we were quickly back on the trail, snickering as we went. 

I hope none of this can be construed as elder abuse.  If it is, I'm taking all of you and your comments down with me.