0ldmare
Well-Known Member
We have got a good 7+ inches of snow and today my old girl
decides its the day she doesn't want to be caught
. This happens
about 3 times per year, when the hunt is around. Today she thinks
the hunt is out. It isn't, its Sunday and there is nearly a foot of snow.
For 45 minutes I trailed after her knee deep in s*dding snow cooing
enticingly to her. Nope, not having it
. Went and got scoop. Nope not
hungry thank you very much (but it did wind the other one who
was already in his stable, so he was neighing madly). Went and got
Peppermints and rustled them encouragingly. Grabbed one and
legged it so I threw the headcollar at her so she galloped off bucking.
(The ringbone suddenly doesn't hurt that much does it?). Then
after 45 minutes and missing most of Olympia on TV she says
Oh alright I will come now. Cow. Lost one of my new thermal gloves,
Got sopping wet cold feet and am thoroughly fed up of stupid
horses.
There I feel better now
Unburdoning so helps
decides its the day she doesn't want to be caught
about 3 times per year, when the hunt is around. Today she thinks
the hunt is out. It isn't, its Sunday and there is nearly a foot of snow.
For 45 minutes I trailed after her knee deep in s*dding snow cooing
enticingly to her. Nope, not having it
hungry thank you very much (but it did wind the other one who
was already in his stable, so he was neighing madly). Went and got
Peppermints and rustled them encouragingly. Grabbed one and
legged it so I threw the headcollar at her so she galloped off bucking.
(The ringbone suddenly doesn't hurt that much does it?). Then
after 45 minutes and missing most of Olympia on TV she says
Oh alright I will come now. Cow. Lost one of my new thermal gloves,
Got sopping wet cold feet and am thoroughly fed up of stupid
horses.
There I feel better now