Sunday, September 20, 2009

The Attack of the Spotted Donkey

Spot went on the warpath. Spot is the polka-dotted donkey next door who has long ears like the dishes for banana splits and round, pink-rimmed eyes like he’s been crying. He’s the one Eldon puts his grandniece on, the little girl who is his pride and joy and whose knees Pearl keeps padded, even when she’s not on her bike—that’s how careful they are with her.

One morning, very early, before I was quite awake, I saw Spot’s long, banana split ears bobbing past the deck. That wasn’t right. I blinked to clear my head like I blinked that time I reached up into the kitchen cabinet to get a mixing bowl and there inside, as casual as cake batter, coiled like a garden hose, was a snake. I screamed even though I’m not afraid of snakes. It was the shock of it.

The dog, AKA the Big Stupid, was as shocked as I was, and he started barking and running from window to window, jumping on the sills, threatening to crash through the glass, spittle flying every which way and then Kurt’s alarm started ringing. I grabbed the phone, slid into my flip-flops, and even though I was braless and still in my guinea tee, hair sticking out all over the place and teeth unbrushed, I ran outside while I dialed Pearl and Eldon.

By the time I got into the yard, Spot was trying to crash through the barnyard fence and the horses, who are unaccustomed to uninvited visitors of the equine kind and especially those who are attacking, crowded around on their side of the fence, the old guy, Doc, in the back, and the little one, Minnie, looking quite like me, with hair sticking out all over the place, behind him. Bullet and Harley were in front. Everyone was screaming—the horses were whinnying and Spot was hee-hawing. In between hee-haws, with his neck stretched out as far as it would go, his jugular quivering, his nostrils flaring, Spot clapped his teeth together and bit the air. Once or twice he made contact and grabbed a hold of the skin on Bullet’s neck. Bullet reared back, releasing himself. I looked for blood. Then they spun around and kicked at each other. Wham! Wham! Wham! Someone’s foot landed on a rail with a loud clunk. But the board stayed up.

“Get back!” I screamed. “Get back!” I waved one hand and dialed the phone with the other.

It rang. And rang.

Com’on, com’on.

I ran to the barn and grabbed a halter and lead rope and ran back out again. I broke a flip-flip. I discarded the good one. It went flying up by the pool and perhaps landed in the water—I don’t know—I never found it.

Finally Eldon answered the phone and I blurted out what was happening, “Spot’s loose! He’s attacking the horses!”

“What’s that you say?”

“Spot’s loose! He’s trying to crash through my fence!”

“Who is this?”

“It’s Debi! Spot’s loose!”

“Alright. We be right over.”

When I got back over to the horses, Spot was on the top rail and it was making a cracking sound like how a log sounds in a wood splitter. I don’t know how he got up that high. He’s only as big as a large pony. But to see him in action… It was pretty impressive. My horses hovered around him even though, fence and all between them, and he was sorely outnumbered, he was getting the better of them. If that rail broke, he’d get in there and he’d kill at least one of them, if not all. I didn’t know what to do! He wasn’t backing off because I was yelling. He was completely oblivious to me. So I took aim and whaled the halter and lead rope. It hit him dead on. Whump! He jumped down off the fence, surprised, and ran back a few feet. Then he turned around and faced me.

Now I had to catch him. He took a couple of steps toward us again, trying to figure out a way to get around me.

All this time I could hear Kurt’s alarm still ringing and the dog barking in the house. Eldon was probably still putting his shoes on. I was going to have to do this myself. But I was barefoot. And I was scared. Spot is a stallion. Now I knew why they say don’t keep stallions unless you’re a breeder. Who would have ever guessed Spot to be so violent? Spot, the one whose pink nose I tickle and who loves to get his neck scratched. Spot, who lives peacefully on the other side of the lilacs along my driveway and gallops clumsily to the fence when he sees me coming with an apple. This was not the Spot I knew. This was more like one of those stallions fighting to the death on a National Geographic documentary, ripping flesh and cracking skulls with flailing forefeet.

I’ve heard stories about stallions. I’ve heard that one will suddenly, for no apparent reason, maybe he smells a mare on you, or you made some sort of an error with your body language, grab a hold of your arm in his mouth and lift you off your feet and shake you like a rag doll. If you are lucky, he will dislocate your shoulder. If not, he will take the whole arm off. But I had no choice. I couldn’t let him get my horses.

I squatted down, and while keeping my eyes on him, I picked up the halter and lead rope. I stood back up. I took a few steps forward, reached out and talked to him in baby talk. But he stared at me, stock still. I didn’t know if he was suspicious because I’d just whaled him, or he was getting ready to attack me. I got closer and closer. Easy. Easy. I could feel his breath on my knuckles. The horses behind me were running back and forth along the fence, still whinnying, they were so shook up.

I slipped the halter over his head. Nothing.

Around that time, Pearl and Eldon appeared. They scratched their heads.

“How in the world did Spot get hisself out? Someone musta left them gates open.”

They were not fazed by what happened. They couldn’t picture it. I knew they didn’t get it because they were too calm, thinking about getting back to their coffee. Eldon slipped a piece of baling twine around Spot’s neck and handed me back the halter.

“Well, thanks a lot,” he said. “Com’on Boy.”

“Sure looks like it’s gonna be a pretty one,” Pearl said, looking up at the sky as they walked across the street.

“No harm done,” I called after them. “I didn’t see any blood!”

Perhaps they think I’m some hysterical Yankee who gets all riled up because of some loose livestock? Spot is as gentle as a lamb! Next thing you know I’ll be complaining about roosters cock-a-doodle-dooing or flies congregating. Maybe they thought I was mad at them and they felt funny? Which I was not. Because accidents happen. Especially concerning animals. My own horses got loose one time and ran down the middle of a highway causing traffic to be stopped in both directions for two hours and damage to the manicured lawns of brick McMansions newly built in the neighborhood. So I know shit can happen.

I just wanted someone to say, “Oh my God! That was close! I can’t believe he did that! You must have been scared to death!” Anything! But only the dog seemed concerned.

A couple of days later, Pearl brought us over a big mess of green beans and we brought them over some watermelon. That’s what you do in the country to make sure there are no hard feelings.

And put up good fences.


CountryDew said...

Wow. You are very brave. I don't think I could have done that.

Gilly said...

Well, I will say it - "Oh my God, that was close!"

You were very brave and very skillful. Don't know how you did it. I can almost feel your hands shaking!

I think animals can always "turn". After all they are not humans in furry skins. I hope you and Spot have made your peace now, and he enjoys his apple and a scratch, and you enjoy looking at those fabulous ears!

Beth said...

Oh wow, Debi...that was pretty harrowing! Yikes. But it sure made a darn fine story...and you told it so well!

Glad all is well now. But I reckon you might ought to stay a little wary of that Spot...

Amy Tate said...

I never thought about a donkey acting that way! I'm glad your horses are all right! Poor things.

sweetflutterbys3 said...

I'd have been scared to death! You are so brave to deal with all that by yourself. And people don't think interesting things happen in the country!

I'm glad all is well with your neighbors too.

Becky Mushko said...

This is why I always keep a lunge whip right by the tack room door. You never know who (or what) is coming to visit.

Spot must have gotten a whiff of a mare in heat, or something. Or maybe he was just having delusions of grandeur.

I've known of a well-mannered stallion or two who momentarily lost it. This is why kids can't show stallions in most shows.

Sloan said...

And they say it's quiet in the country?! It's much more dangerous down there with vicious donkeys running around the neighborhood!! So glad everything turned out ok!

Rural Rambler said...

Debi Geez! Freaky, scary, and yeah close too but so funny when you tell the story. That was a hell of a thing to go through for a mess of beans! I love my fresh green beans but holy smokes! Glad you and your horses are ok. Don't think that I would want to deal with a hot donkey snappin' air. You are a brave woman!!!

I think the beans were a nice country thing to do but I think Eldon and Pearl should find you a nice pair of replacement flip-flops!

Chris said...

So glad the horses and you are OK. You tell the story well, especially the part about your neighbors coming in when the major excitement had died down and you can't really go ballistic at that point. I have a really sweet stud dog that can turn into a barking lunatic when another male dog comes around one of his girls in season. He, like the donkey, turns into another being temporarily, one I can't trust to be his usual good self.

Tammy said...

I'm still trying to figure out what happened to the snake???? That would have been the bigger crisis for me!! LOL!

Great story. Spot is a cutey! (For an ass!) :)

Sweet Virginia Breeze said...

That must have been really scary. You were brave to control the situation as you did. I have seen perfectly sweet and calm animals suddenly turn wild and it is a frightening thing to experience. Is your neighbor clueless or just pretending to be.?

Jeff said...

Wow!! I'm sure you will remember that incident for a good many years - it probably put a few years on you! It is interesting that Spot calmed down when you whacked him. Sounds like Becky's suggestion of a lunge whip might not be a bad idea. I'm sure glad that everything turned out, but I imagine that you had to take a break after all that excitement.

Debi Kelly Van Cleave said...

Tammy, yeah, he is an ass, isn't he? lol

We started screaming and the snake got away. Not that we were going to try to catch him! He went behind the cabinets and we never saw him again.

Sweet Virginia Breeze, I don't think Pearl and Eldon had any idea what just happened. No one would imagine it from Spot. I think they thought I was just being dramatic. You know, being a Yankee and all and not really knowing about this farm stuff, lol.

I still love Spot because, yes Gilly, he does have fabulous ears, doesn't he?

Thanks for your comments everyone!

Snappy Di said...

A SNAKE???? Oh shit!


Wolf said...

i've heard the stories about stallions too. i don't think i'd ever keep a stallion. how brave you were though!

Gail said...

I don't think it was the stallion but the donkey...not known for their brains.

I have owned stallions and have never had a problem but they ran with a herd. Horses are a little more gentle, I think.

I loved your story. It had me laughing even though you were in danger. I am sorry but when you described yourself with tshirt, flip flops and uncombed hair, I thought you had seen me!

Your writing is delightful and I shall return.

Gail said...

How can I follow your blog?

Debi Kelly Van Cleave said...

Gail, thanks so much for your comment. It's funny because just today I was thinking, I'm so busy, why do I bother writing stories for the blog?--it's a waste of time and they take a lot of work... And then I get a comment like yours! Thank you. I HAVE to write, lol.

I know there is a way to follow me because I have a few followers. Let me check it out and I'll get back to you on that.

Christina said...

Oh, this is a good story. We had an aroused donkey show up one day at the rescue. Our little male mini horse Midnight was NOT happy to see him nor were Molly and Judy our sweet girl donkies.

Jamie Ferraioli said...

That is the funniest thing I've ever read since the last funniest thing you wrote that I read was. (did that make sense? haha)

Man..I remember when the horses got loose. That was so funny! To see the horses trample onto those bright green perfect lawns of those mini mansions and chomp away like they were kids in a candy store. THAT was hilarious. Trotting down the highway like they belonged there. Unphased by us chasing after them in a panic. Fun day.

Debi Kelly Van Cleave said...

Jamie, do you remember I was sick for a week after that? lol

Cynda said...

That was so funny Debi even though I'm sorry you had to be scared half to death!

Corinna said...

Excellent story telling! I could feel the craziness of fighting him off! There is no need to EVER keep a stallion (unless you are a legitimate, money-making, responsible breeder!!)