Carrot Custodian #Fail

At my daughter’s riding class, besides being Transportation Coordinator, I’m Guardian of the Carrot. An important role Lindsay has bestowed on me. It is challenging and even with my degree in Animal Science, I sometimes fail to do an adequate job of protecting the carrot — which is a reward for the horse at the end of the session. Yesterday Sable was not impressed.

At first the carrot was in good shape.
Then it was attacked by a mean rabbit.
Then a goat nosed in.
And a goat with deadly horns.
And you have heard how smart pigs are.
A donkey got in the game.
So there was a bit of a problem by the end of the session.
Sable: “Whoa Dude. Where is the rest of my carrot?”