Cliffyana Jones

So I was watching, “Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade” last night. There’s a scene where young Indiana Jones (played by River Phoenix) whistles and a horse comes running. The kid is preparing to jump off a ledge into the saddle, but just before he lands, the horse steps forward.


I had a flashback to that scene today, because Clifford was roaming around the yard while I cleaned stalls. I would look out the barn door periodically to make sure he was still in sight, and that the dogs weren’t harassing him.

Basically, since his knee was diagnosed as arthritic, I have treated him like an invalid. But today he shot twelve feet straight in the air, snorted and launched a pseudo battle with the dogs. He eyed them wickedly, swerving his hindquarters toward them and shooting heels in the air.

Cajun and Rip know it’s all a big joke, but they are careful of the heels. Clifford is clearly none the worse for wear. It doesn’t hurt that it’s sixty degrees here in Southeast Michigan.

I finished with the stalls, glanced out the barn door and didn’t see him.

“Clifford,” I said, in what amounted to a half-hearted yell. I knew he wasn’t far. I turned around to fill the water bucket, and I could hear his hoofs pounding over the soggy ground. Ta da DUMP, ta da DUMP, ta da DUMP, just like Indiana Jones’ horse.

He came clattering up the barn aisle, walked into his stall and stood rolling his eyes, nodding his head vigorously.

“Yeah, you’re cute.” I dumped his grain into his feed bin, rolled his door shut and snapped off the light.

I had no doubt that yes, he would move a step when I jumped.

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About Nancy J. Bailey

Artist, author, bad karaoke singer. Woodsy ragamuffin. Mom of a horse named Clifford who plays fetch and paints with watercolors. He visits libraries and schools with me, to promote literacy and making the world a better place. Yes, he is house trained, no, he doesn't live in my house! I have written three books about Clifford. But my newest book, THE NORTH SIDE OF DOWN, is co-written by my awesome sister Amanda, who has Down syndrome. Her unexpected one-liner wisecracks can always make me laugh. If you make me laugh, you've made my day!
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One Response to Cliffyana Jones

  1. Eirene says:

    I am filled with a sense of deja vu 🙂 . . . Nancy, are you SURE it was 12 feet in the air?????

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