The pasture gate is across our driveway from the laundry room door, which has a window in it. When Buddy stands at the pasture gate, he can glimpse me coming into the kitchen for my coffee. And as soon as I'm spotted, he starts to whinny ("whinny" is such a mild word for the ruckus he makes). No coffee until he gets fed!
He will stand at the gate and stand at the gate. He's like a cat at the door, meowing to be fed. If we wait too late in the evening (in his opinion), he'll be whinnying while we are inside minding our own business.
So now, I sneak around in the morning. Coffee in bed while I read my devotional is a real treat. It is less of a treat if my pajamas, hair, etc. have hay on them and I'm slimed.... I actually duck down when I walk into the kitchen so that Buddy can't see me, though sometimes he hears me and then the Jig is Up.
And yes, I usually feed in my pajamas (with a bathrobe on). Doesn't everyone?
But don't tell my mother. She doesn't think you should even go pick up the newspaper off of the front porch unless you are dressed.
She's right. But she doesn't have Buddy yelling at her.
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