We just love watching Dancing with the Stars. How happy we were to see Jennifer Gray take the trophy this year after her challenging battle with injuries and her own emotional ups and downs. How gratifying to see someone fifty years old perform with such grace, agility and flexibility!
Today, we were surprised to realize that we have our own dancing stars—right in our own barnyard!
We had to move Carlo, our youngest buck, back in with the other boys. He’d had adequate time to perform his duties, and we wanted to let the ladies back out into the pasture. As you may know, catching a buck isn’t always the easiest task. We’ve raised Carlo from birth and he’s always been a sweetheart, but when you try to convince a young buck that he has to give up wining and dining the women to return to the bachelor pad, you’re bound to run into an argument.
We’re used to running around. We’re used to kicks, bites, and the occasional hoof strike. We’re not used to dancing.
Gerald maneuvered Carlo into a corner. The buck decided to make a mad dash for it, and reared up to jump past him. Gerald caught one of his legs. Carlo wasn’t too keen on that. Since he was already half in the air, Gerald took the other leg. Suddenly the two were locked in an embrace, the buck standing on his back legs, Gerald holding tight to his forefeet.
Shall we dance?
Gerald started to sing an old German polka. Then he backed up.
Carlo walked forward.
Gerald took a few more steps backward. Carlo stepped forward. Easy as you please. No argument. No fight. No head butts. No hoof strikes.
They danced the length of the barn. All the way from the main area to the bachelor’s pen, about 25 yards away. Carlo walked on two legs, holding tight to Gerald’s grip. Gerald moved backwards, singing away.
If I were Carrie Anne, I’d have given them a “10” and praised the fact that their feet didn’t come off the ground. I’d have said their form was great. Posture, perfect. They moved in rhythm to the music. They had a certain…chemistry. Carlo’s eyes never left Gerald’s. All the way until the music ended and he went to join the other boys, his golden eyes were trained on Gerald’s baby blues.
Bruno would have called Carlo a true romantic, and told him that he moved with the power and grace of Antonio Bandaras. As for Len? I’m not sure he would have liked how they got into the dance—too much of all that extra stuff—but once they got going? Even he would have had to admit: It was a show-stopper.
