I'm Sorry Tango...Really I Am

You know how sometimes suspects are coerced into confessions by over zealous detectives. Well that's what happened to Tango pony and it's all my fault.

I assumed he took Tantra out for a little jaunt on Christmas day because of the way the iron gate was plowed over and flat on the ground. That's something that Tango would do. I found out differently today. Why? Because I got a phone call from the barn. That call made me realize that I shouldn't always jump to conclusions about my boy.

"Jan," Becky said, "You're never going to believe this."

Becky's the barn manager.

"What, Becky, tell me what!" I implored (assuming that Tango was in trouble again).

"Well," said Becky. "I had just taken in the next to last mare from the mare field and I heard a huge commotion behind me."

"And?" I asked

"Tantra just couldn't wait. She kicked and shoved and knocked that iron gate flat on the ground. Then she and Cypris walked right over the iron bars!"

Before I could even ask about the loose horses I had to say the obvious...."Yay!" I chirped gleefully into the phone. Then that means that Tango pony didn't let plow over the gate on Christmas...it was Tantra all the time!"

Becky agreed. "That's why I called you," she said. She went on to say that it took a bit to round up Tango's rowdy girlfriend. In the end Tantra took herself to her stall in the barn.

I was grinning from ear to ear. Then I remembered Tango's confession on our last post. Poor boy. He must have been exhausted by the persistent chatter coming from me on Christmas. I suppose he decided to bite the bullet and give me what I wanted......

A TRUE CONFESSION!

I'm sorry Tango. From now on I'll get my facts straight before I accuse you of anything.





Here is a true fact. Tango likes to get in the backseat of my jeep to get his own apples. I don't stop him. I am a moron because he might just take the door off someday!