How The Mighty Have Fallen

Evelyn: You know, nasty little fellows such as yourself

always get their comeuppance.

Beni: They do?

Evelyn: Always.

— The Mummy (1999)

Stopped by Iron Ridge to drop off Poco's blanket, as well as payment for his training.

Oh my. 

Heather put Poco in the paddock with the young stallions. She said Poco strutted in, declaring that he was the boss. Remember Scorch, who stayed with us for awhile last winter when Jaz was sick? Scorch, now a huge 3-year-old Stonewall Sport Horse, said, "You mean, you used to be the boss," and whomped the snot out of my boy. 

Bwahahaha! Our evil plan is working!

See, Poco is a legend in his own mind. Up to this point, he has managed to dominate every horse he's ever been around, which pretty much explains his attitude. This is a very good thing!

Poco looked up at my greeting, but wouldn't come over to the fence to see me. He is sulking, big time. Finally, he walked over and I saw the nasty bite Scorch left on his nose. That has got to smart. Then — I admit it — Heather and I started laughing. I wish you could have seen Poco's expression. He backed off and turned his butt to us, which only made us laugh harder. My answer to his gesture of disrespect was to pick up a stone and chunk it at his fat ass, sending him shuffling off in a huff.

Got a text later from Heather than she and Poco went head-to-head in the round pen. He's already trying the old, "Aw c'mon, I didn't really mean all that" routine. What a suck-up! Heather said he was lathered and penitent.

[rubs hands together gleefully] I'm gonna enjoy this next 30 days way more than I should.