Another beet pulp adventure(long)

[Sue Benson <bensons@ispchannel.com>]

Normally, I just lurk, but today I felt like sharing my noontime experience. 
I've been feeding Cap his beet pulp twice day to help keep weight on him. 
I arrived at the barn like normal and collected both Cap's and Mark's feed pans from their stalls to prepare their chow.
Cap didn't finish last nights Cappy chow. So I throw out the old and start making the new. Mark gets beet pulp also but very little as he is a vittle boy and would eat a truck if he could figure out how to chew it. I shut their stalls doors but don't latch them and this is usually ok. They know the routine.  
I go into the feed room, bring out the tubs of BP and begin pouring the BP into their pans and next thing I know Cap is out of his stall trotting out of the barn shaking his head nanner, nanner and heads out to the grass where his old stall is. 
Now for those of you who are experiencing cooler weather, it's still 112 out here in the desert.
I go get him and bring him back into the barn and Mark is on his way out. I put Cap back in and latch the door and go get Mark and put him in latching the door.

I'm back in the feed room trying to finish their chow and hear this noise. You know, the one where you know somebody's doing something they shouldn't. 
Cap has rattled the door just enough to undo the latch and pull door open towards him. I reach the door just in time to watch his grey butt haul a** out of the barn at a gallop again shaking his head nanner, nanner. (Insert expletive!)

I finish Mark's chow and give it to him lest he figure out how to do this too.
I finish Caps and put it in his stall and go get him again.
 
(Insert hubby's words after I told him about this) This sounds like a ridecamp story to me.  Did you do anything with your bra?  Was there a witness? Were you wearing bright blue underpants?
(The bra is from a lister-either Ridecamp, QH-L or Equine-L-who used it as a halter to catch loose horses and the other two I believe are from someone with ants in their jeans who was frantically trying to take them off as the shoer drove up-great stories)
No bra stuff, and yes, I do have bright blue underpants and there were witnesses(but only two and were quite amused) listening to the string of expletives Cap was garnering as he raced around the stable doing nanner, nanner. I probably smell like an entire stable from chasing him and am wearing Mark snot.

Cap's feeling quite full of himself now and dragging me to every grass spot along the way and laying his ears back at every horse. He's feeling pretty full of himself since he never does that normally.

I finally get the fugitive back in his stall and am greeted by Mark spraying (yes, spraying an entire mouthfull of beet pulp on me-remember I told you he was a pig) a whinny at Cap as we walk back into the barn next to his stall. I picked a good day to wear a white shirt. Another string of expletives this time directed Mark's way. He happily snorts back. Now boogers. Gee, thanks! Why don't you just throw me in the pig pen face down and get it over with.

All this for soaked beet pulp, rice bran and a little senior for taste.

We gotta love em!

Sue