Once again, Mac finds himself in a sticky situation.
Mac is my husband’s horse. He’s my husband’s horse in the same way that “he/she’s YOUR son/daughter” when your son/daughter is bad.
If trouble doesn’t find Mac, Mac goes looking for it. I was tempted to document an incident where Mac came in from his pasture with 24 porcupine quills in his nose. But that would be more appropriate for “prickly” rather than “sticky”. It was pretty easy to think of a sticky situation for Mac to get into: in this case, a doubly sticky situation. This is only one of several that come to mind! And yes, he does try to "talk" himself out of those situations. If he runs out of ideas he merely bats his big brown eyes at you as if to say: “But I’m the cute little yellow fuzzy pony.” Yeah – right!