Ovaries

Zach and I were sitting in Granny’s kitchen eating a couple hours ago. We were talking about how different Gump and Shuttle are when it comes to getting fed. There’s not much that will make horses crabbier than feeding them oats. And I don’t mean they’re crabby about getting to eat oats. I mean they get crabby when you don’t feed them fast enough. Crabby at each other, because, well they might not get their fair share.

Regardless. Gump is really nice about things. He just stands with his head over the fence in the barn, looking longingly for me to walk through the door carrying the raspberry colored bucket full of yummy goodness. Shuttle on the other hand, backs her ears, and paws the ground, because I’m not coming fast enough. She also grouches at Gump, who is the boss.

I mentioned during our conversation that I wish Shuttle would be more like Gump. More patient and not so crabby. He said, “well take away her ovaries and that’s what you’d get”. I thought about it for a moment and said, “I have ovaries”.

His reply was priceless:

“Who functions better on an empty stomach?”

Yeah. So? I get crabby when I’m hungry too. Point proved, Zach. Point proved.
Isn’t he funny?