Ha ha, Very funny, Dude

During the broken foot era, I rode Dude bareback a little every day. I would use a little chair to get on and off. On the third day of doing this (this is how smart he is), I walked him over to the little chair and tried to get him lined up for me to climb down. He reached out with his nose and tipped the chair over. I had to do a slow motion emergency dismount so I could land on my good foot. He hopped all around when I grabbed around his neck and started sliding off. He had to act all freaked out about it. This, I believe, is when I started calling him a drama queen. Then, I let him stand around the pasture for a couple of weeks while my foot healed and I worked on Matt with my daughter.