Adventures of Buzzy

Dear Wal,

Today I rode over to my friend's house. She has a little arab/shetland cross (Ginger) and a saddlebred/quarter horse cross (Durago) that she rides, and another quarter horse (Doc) that her husband rides and a mule (Bell). I guess she lives maybe two-three miles away from my house. The ride over is always exciting, because Buzzy isn't dead tired and there is all kinds of potential for him to flip out over things. Plus, I was carrying a backpack because I absolutely refused to ride in my other saddle that I can put saddlebags on. All the backpack contained was my lunch, so it was really light. I put it on his back to make sure he wasn't too incrediably worried about it, and this is what happened:
Me: Backpack buzzy! Look! :D *wiggles it*
Buzzy: D8 OH GOD. OHGODOHGODOHGOD
Me: -_-'
We left anyway because I didn't have time to spend an hour desensitizing him, and so we both spent the ride over worrying over the backpack. Every time it bounced I was thinking: PLEASE don't freak out. D: and he was thinking: D8 aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Well, not really thinking. Screaming internally. He was less afraid of it than the saddlebags we used last time, though. There were other scary things along the way:
A squirrel jumps off of something and morphs into A HORRIBLE MONSTER OF DEATH
Buzzy: AAAAAAAAAAH RUN AWAY!!
Me: Noo, just a squirrel D<
A little dog runs up to say hello and becomes A HORRIBLE MONSTER OF MORE DEATH
Buzzy: Small yapping dog! Can't! Handle! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH D8
After that, we were fine. We reached my friend's in one piece and I shed the backpack gratefully. We worked in the ring for a while, and then we went across the creek to this place with lots of grass and lots of bits of things in the process of construction. There was a foundation for a garage for a new house, and piles of materials, and a huge amazing garden and trucks and tires and stuff EVERYWHERE.
He's seen all of this once before, so he was mostly just obsessed with the grass. Then we went on this little trail. Which involved walking past lots of things.
We walk up to a stack of posts; A MONSTROUS STACK OF POSTS
Buzzy: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Me: It's alright. You're not going to die. See! Look! Touch the posts! :D
Buzzy: *stretching neck as far as possible* Okay I touched it. NOW RUN AWAY DDDD:
Me: *sigh* FINE.
We come upon a row of grapes and a row of tomatoes that we have to walk between. Major squeeze. Only about three feet of room.
Buzzy: Oh God. You want me to walk through that? D8
Me: Yes Buzzy, we shall survive! :D
Buzzy: Okay. I can do this. :D
By the time we get to the other side:
Buzzy: OH GOD D8 THAT WAS TERRIFYING
Me: *sigh* We shall survive! Onward!
Then we came across chicken cages OF DEATH.
Buzzy: I'm going to die.
Me: Buzzy, you'll be FINE D:
Buzzy: No, you don't understand pitiful human. I. AM. GOING. TO. DIE.
We come upon an old run-down barn.
Buzzy: O: WOW WHAT'S THAT?
Me: Yes, that's a barn.
Then a pile of blue pipe prowled through the bushes and leaped at Buzzy out of NO WHERE.
Buzzy: AAAAAAAAAAH *SPAZZ*
Me: -_-'
Then came the boat. And Buzzy lost all remaining coherent thought processing, if he had any left to loose at that point.
Buzzy: Oh God. What is THAT D:
Boat: :D *sits there*
Buzzy: OH MY GOD.
Boat: ....<<
Buzzy: DDDD8 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE *runs*
Me: D8 noooooo spazzing not cool D<
So Buzzy starts freaking out, and then Ginger starts freaking out. She's almost blind, so having Buzzy freaking out and then all of the scary stuff overloaded her too. So, she's freaking out and my friend has her hand's full, and Buzzy is freaking out even more at this point.
Buzzy: *walks ten feet* AAAAAAAAH D8 *run*
Me: NOO D< *hindquarter yield*
Buzzy: *ten more feet* AAAAAH D8 *run*
Me: GRRR D< *hindquarter yield*
A dog shows up.
Dog: AAAH HORSES D8
Buzzy: OHMYGODIT'SAWOLF
Me: D<
We pass the chicken cages again.
Buzzy: I'mgoingtodieI'mgoingtodieI'mgoingtodieI'mgoingtodie AAAAH D8 *run*
Me: Nooo D< *hindquarter yield* Alright, we are going to deal with this.
We make a few passes by the chicken cages before Buzzy can go up and touch them.
Buzzy: *stretches* D8 CAN I GO NOW?
Me: Yes. -_-'
Buzzy: 8D *run*
Me: NO D<
Buzzy: AAAAH D8
We make it through the grapes and back to the pasture.
Buzzy: Grass! :D All better now!
Me: *sigh* THANK GOD.
My friend had it worse with Ginger. She had to get off and she spent a long time working with her on the ground in order to get her calmed down. My friend eventually got Ginger calmed down and got off and sat in the grass while she ate. I got off and sat in the grass too. Ginger was very attracted to Buzzy.
Ginger: Buzzy...:D Hey Buzzy!
Buzzy: Omnomnomnomnom o3o
Ginger: Buuuzzy...:DDD
Buzzy: Omnomnomnom :D
Buzzy was completely oblivious and didn't pay her a cent of attention. I was very proud of him. My friend started working with Ginger again and I went down to set on the bridge so I wouldn't be attacked by swarms of gnats. Now, there's one bridge that's nice and wide and only a few inches above this little trickle it crosses, and there's another bridge that's only a few feet wide and gets four-five feet about the big creek. I wasn't on Buzzy, and didn't feel like trying to get on without a mounting block. I can get on without a mounting block, but the way I have my saddle set up it slides easily when I get on from the ground. So we approach the big bridge, which is the only way over the big creek other than walking through it.
Buzzy: Bridge! :D
A few feet onto the bridge it starts getting really high.
Buzzy: O: WOAH
I back him off and then approach the bridge again and we cross without incident. I was completely bursting with pride at this point. My friend, however, had a very interesting way of crossing the creek. She walked her horse into the creek and then walked across the bridge while Ginger was in the creek. It was really very clever.
We ride around in the ring for a few more minutes before I leave. He was completely claustrophobic in the ring. It was strange. The way back, backpack and all, was uneventful. Except for when my boot caught on a stick:
Stick: *CRRRRACK* >:D
Buzzy: D8 AAAAH
Me: You're fine D< Just a stick.
Buzzy: Oh...okay! :D
Needless to say, we were both really really tired.

/endrant