Beloved Horse With Tons of Spunk Celebrates His 40th Birthday

a flyswatter and went out to do battle with the intruder.
I charged out the door yelling and waving the fly swatter. I didnt hear anyone hit the ground so I just assumed that whoever it was had jumped down when I opened the door. I turned around to go back in the house and get the horse feed when I saw it! I could only see the shadow but I knew it was huge! I knew it was too big to be a man. There was only ONE thing it could be! Big Foot! He was real alive and well and living in West Central IL and was here to kill me!
Backing around the deck I thought I would try to get to the door and jump in before he could grab me. To my amazement I made it! I turned on the porch light and carefully looked out the window. There standing on the top step of the deck was Whiskey! His back feet on the ground and his front feet on the deck! I got my coat and gloves on and went out to back him down but no deal! He refused to move one inch. I pushed and shoved but he wouldnt move. After checking further I saw his blanket was caught on the stair post and he couldnt move. There was no way for me to get past him to undo his blanket so he could
decided that the only thing I could do was to spread his front legs apart crawl between them and undo the buckles from there. At the time the thought never occurred to me that if he panicked or a foot slipped I was a goner! Well he didnt move an inch so I got the buckles under his stomach undone and then realized I had to get the ones around his back legs undone. The only way to get to them was through his back legs! I finally got the back legs far enough apart to squeeze through all the time praying that Mother Nature didnt call on him at that minute. I got those undone and pulled the blanket off and he very quietly backed down the stairs. Did I mention that he is also deaf as a post? I put the blanket back on and gave him the signal to go to his stall. Weve also invented our own