blackcob
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A day in the life of the ASBO wolves starts at 7.15 with a trip round the village green (no photos as OH does this and it'd only be pics of them pooping anyway
). Then back in to pile onto my bed laze about for half an hour while I get dressed and have a cup of tea.
Then it's into the car. This morning a little old lady was walking by as we headed out and stopped to exclaim 'oh, what beautiful dogs!' etc. R promptly sat, wagging his tail, and gave her his very best greeting woo - only it being quite early, he's quite gruff in the mornings, it was more of a 'RrrRrrr!'. Little old lady jumped backwards, muttering 'don't you growl at me!' and scuttled off down the road, me forlornly shouting 'that was a greeting, not a growl, I'm sorrrr-eeeee!' after her.

Down to the yard, they have to wait in the car for half an hour while I muck out and turn out ASBO pony. Then, onwards!
I haz an appol
SQUIRREL I KNOW YOU ARE THERE
Squirrel pleez to be coming down nao
Constant vigilance for the squirrel threat
Over the stile (much squealing from R, they confuse him) and down to the brook
Shall we be sensible and take the bridge?

Hike on! I need help up the hill.
Quick snack break...
Would normally stop here for a photo op on the stump of a huge great blasted oak but the field was full of very curious bullocks, best not to linger!
Visibility not good today but the shadow of Wenlock Edge in the background
Being a very good boy and ignoring the sheep
Roadwork
Past the gallops - I have permission to ride here, still haven't mustered up the courage to have a go over the fences, even without the brush on!
Coming to the end of the gallops, having just passed a couple of beautiful young TBs walking back in. D was terrified of them, strangely! R very polite given that he's had little experience of horses yet.
Back in the dumping ground erm, car, while I sort out the ASBO 'oss.
R managed to poop again within seconds of leaving the car, hope I don't forget that it's on the roof.
So very, very far removed from the sleek and shiny creature of the summer. Can't wait for clipper man to come.
I can haz lunch nao?
I haz oatz. Om nom nom.
The result? A sleepy furry foot warmer. Enough time to change, pick the shavings out of my hair and head off to uni desperately clutching a travel mug and a sausage roll. Then to repeat it all this evening...
Then it's into the car. This morning a little old lady was walking by as we headed out and stopped to exclaim 'oh, what beautiful dogs!' etc. R promptly sat, wagging his tail, and gave her his very best greeting woo - only it being quite early, he's quite gruff in the mornings, it was more of a 'RrrRrrr!'. Little old lady jumped backwards, muttering 'don't you growl at me!' and scuttled off down the road, me forlornly shouting 'that was a greeting, not a growl, I'm sorrrr-eeeee!' after her.
Down to the yard, they have to wait in the car for half an hour while I muck out and turn out ASBO pony. Then, onwards!
I haz an appol
SQUIRREL I KNOW YOU ARE THERE
Squirrel pleez to be coming down nao
Constant vigilance for the squirrel threat
Over the stile (much squealing from R, they confuse him) and down to the brook
Shall we be sensible and take the bridge?
Hike on! I need help up the hill.
Quick snack break...
Would normally stop here for a photo op on the stump of a huge great blasted oak but the field was full of very curious bullocks, best not to linger!
Visibility not good today but the shadow of Wenlock Edge in the background
Being a very good boy and ignoring the sheep
Roadwork
Past the gallops - I have permission to ride here, still haven't mustered up the courage to have a go over the fences, even without the brush on!
Coming to the end of the gallops, having just passed a couple of beautiful young TBs walking back in. D was terrified of them, strangely! R very polite given that he's had little experience of horses yet.
Back in the dumping ground erm, car, while I sort out the ASBO 'oss.
R managed to poop again within seconds of leaving the car, hope I don't forget that it's on the roof.
So very, very far removed from the sleek and shiny creature of the summer. Can't wait for clipper man to come.
I can haz lunch nao?
I haz oatz. Om nom nom.
The result? A sleepy furry foot warmer. Enough time to change, pick the shavings out of my hair and head off to uni desperately clutching a travel mug and a sausage roll. Then to repeat it all this evening...