In February, Kristen took me and another dark horse (Patrick) to something called a bomb proofing clinic. My favorite part was when I got to stand on top of this tall platform so I could look bigger. My least favorite part included putting my feet in water (it was cold!) and walking through this thing called the "car wash". I prefer not to have strange objects touching me at all times. For a good time, check out all my awesomeness as I desensitize the humans in these pictures: http://www.ericpeek.com/Events/KHP-training-clinic/28131705_VRHSzw#!i=2377523804&k=PkdMczb
Shortly afterward, Kristen was either hypnotized or under a witch's spell of the male variety. Don't understand it....don't wanna know. I met him. Meh. Let's get back to more important things.
Like when I escaped the terrors of the ridiculous items called "blankets"-my plan was just to remove a layer, and somehow it didn't quite goes as planned. The end result was the same-the blanket came off. It just wasn't in one piece anymore and required the help of humans to remove/amputate it.
Let's just say I like to keep things interesting!!
Last but not least, I would like to say this. Kristen has this notion that I have talent, and dreams about us sailing over fences and bringing home buckets of blue ribbons. Now, I know that I am an excellent jumper, but until she can get her crap together, it's not gonna happen. And I test her daily to prove a point. I'll spook, jump, spin, buck, and bolt at the slightest breeze and then spook again just to keep her on her hooves...I mean toes. I can do this all day and night, just try me. Now, I admit that sometimes I take it a bit too far, but hay-she hasn't fallen off yet!! ...err since last year.
