Yesterday, the neighbor was to bring Bruiser back. When I got home from work, he still wasn't here. I let the dogs out and walked out to the mailbox. Of course, when I got to the end of the drive, I heard the truck and trailer heading this way. I managed to wrangle all five dogs back up the drive and into the yard by the time he was pulling off the road.
Much to my surprise, another truck followed the neighbor in. So I walk out to the load alley and waited for him to back the trailer up. Four guys get out. I head to open the gate to the alley and one runs up and says "Ma'am, let me get that gate for ya." First of all, he reeks of alcohol. I could smell him a mile away. Secondly, I don't need some man to open my gate. I nicely say no, I can handle it and open the gate.
As I'm waiting, they start asking about where Bruiser needs to go, do they need to open/close any more gates, yada, yada, yada. I tell them everything is ready, just run him off the trailer. Well, then they decide I'm not in a safe place. Not that I don't work these bulls all the time or anything. I tell them I'm fine...RUN HIM OFF THE TRAILER!
They finally realize I'm not moving and open the trailer. Bruiser runs down the alley and stops. I stand there, knowing he will go on around because Death Wish is in a pen nearby. Bruiser will run to him. The alcohol laden guy stands at the end of the alley "shushing" him. Bruiser pays him no nevermind. He finally walks away. I stand in the pen watching him when the guy says "I don't know what got into him. He was calm at our place."
Hmmm. I'd say he was calm right now. But what do I know. I closed the gate and walked out. All four guys loaded themselves up and left. Still don't know why it took four guys to bring him. I went into the barn and got a some cubes. Called Bruiser up to the fence and fed him by hand. He's a wild beast, I tell ya!