Buzzy

Dear Wal,



It occurs to me that I have never introduced Buzzy to you all, even though I've mentioned him plenty of times before. He's my completely adorable Tennessee Walking Horse. He's jet black-I'm talking true black-without any markings or anything. He's tons of fun and he's terrified of everything, which gets annoying. It used to be terrifying, because he would bolt and flail everywhere and scare the crap out of me and I didn't know how to handle him when he did that, but now it's just annoying and occasionally hilarious.
So anyway, today was an interesting day because I rearranged the barn and so when I lead him in everything was DIFFERENT. Here was his thought process as he walked into the barn:






Lalalala, walking...:D
OH...MY...GOD
....
IT'S A TRUNK
....
IT'S....IT'S THERE
AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
MASTER, HELP! IT'S GOING TO EAT ME! HEEEEEEELP! WHAT DO I DO???
Me: *patpat* You're fine. Chill out.
Oh. Okay then. I'm fine.
WAIT
NO
THIS CAN'T BE RIGHT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
*touches the trunk*
Oooooh, niiiice trunk. :D
*sigh* I like it now.
And then he made this completely adorable noise, something like:
Pbbblltaaah
It was tiny, barely audible. I busted out laughing. This freaked him out more:
WHHAAAAT D: I don't understand these sounds....!
Then I tied him up and he just stood there with this traumatized look on his face:
I can't....I can't move D8
Then I started brushing him and he relaxed a little and started exploring:
Oooh, trunk! :D
Dirt! :D
Bucket! :D
Broom! :D
Trash can! :D
Nother bucket! :D
My hair! :D

Yeah. It was an interesting day.
We're perfect for each other, actually. He freaks out randomly over tiny things, so do I. I'm internalized, so is he. He likes to go fast, so do I. Here's a comparison of our thought process:

Buzzy:	Me:
FOOD O:	BATMAN O:
NOMNOMNOMNOM :D	Cooomic book :D *reads in 10 minutes*
No more food D:	All gone D:
WHAT D8 I HAVE TO GAIT LIKE A NORMAL WALKING HORSE? CAN’T	Aaaaaag writing FAILURE D< WHY IS THIS PLOT NOT WORKING? WHYYY? CAN’T
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH D8	AAAAAAAAAAAARG D<
Can’t…*sniffle*….FLAIL	*depressed* This is never going to work itself out! *cry*
*frozen in fear* I can’t move. ICAN’TMOVE D8	*dissolving in tears everywhere* Can’t…fix…it…
Oh.	Oh.
Jeese, this is easy, all I have to do is this? This is fun! Weeeeeeeeee!	Oh my gosh! I can’t believe this was so simple! Yaaaaaaaaaaay!
Happiness! :D	Joy! :D

/endrant