SOMEbody needs to be ridden BIG time, and I prolly don't even need to say his name.
As I said in an earlier post, the routine is always the same: Jaz gets fed first, then Poco, then Baby. The big Boyz know to go stand patiently and politely by their pans as I dispense feed. They know to take a step back when I reach them, which Jaz, of course, does.
However, Poco is standing by Daltrey's pan. As I walk to Poco's pan, I snap him on the butt (through his blanket, I might add) with the crop and tell him to beat it. So what does the knucklehead do? Instead of going to his feed pan, he storms over to the porch slab and stands there with his butt to us. I said, "You know, you keep that up and I'm not beyond letting you go without. You're too chubby to be pathetic." I walk past him, pour the food in his pan, and move on to Daltrey.
I give Daltrey his food and position my chair so I can watch Poco out of the corner of my eye. He keeps turning around to see what I'm doing. Finally, I guess he figures out I'm not buying into his brattiness, so he sort of slinks over to his pan and eats. When he finishes, he sidles over to us (Baby and I are in the shed) and stands quietly outside. He doesn't even try to sneak closer.
I think that first ride (since before Thanksgiving) on my snotty pony might be a doozy.