Something you might not know about Honey Bunches of Otis, especially after seeing this blog post, is that he has spent a lot of time on a farm. He was adopted for the first time at a horse show in Kentucky that many of you may be familiar with called Rolex. His new dad was a farrier, and his new big sis had a pony of her own. I met Otis for the first time when his new family brought him to the farm over the summer. He then came to live with me when he needed to find a home where he wouldn’t have to be afraid of children (turns out his big sister’s pony wasn’t the only thing he was worried about).
While he loves the wide open space the farm has to offer, he’s never gotten too cozy with the horses. It’s understandable, really, considering he is skeptical about a lot of things and I don’t think a massive four hooved creature would be an exception. He is happy to trot along next to me while we watch my mom’s lesson or help tack up the horses – but when it comes to face-to-face greetings, Otie prefers to lay back.
So you can imagine how it went when I wanted to take pictures of this little guy:
All was fine and good when mama & baby were far away as Otie sat leashed to his fence post.
But that security was short lived. Baby soon became interested in this miniature horse like thing that was new to its field.
Otis tried his hardest to make his Sir Chick “I’m being invisible” face to evaporate away from the
really big dogs horses. . .
. . . but nothing worked until fostergrandma came by to save the day.
Otie then watched mama & baby move on with their day from the safety of fostergrandma’s arms.
He is always braver when he is with his human buddy, kind of like someone equipped with armor. He might not be the most outgoing pup you’ve ever met, but he is certainly willing to try with a little encouragement. Falling apart at the sight of a baby horse wasn’t his proudest moment, but he is ready to move past it if you’re willing to give him a chance!
For more information on adopting Honey Bunches of Otis, go to his Adopt Me page to learn more about him and how to get in touch.
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