EMC
Well-Known Member
Fred has a new game.
He has a lovely bed of straw which covers 90% of his stable, two feeds a day, turnout and a big haynet at night. Me and the OH spend ages getting it just right, fluffing the banks, setting fair and even the odd straw twist at the front when I'm feeling a bit OCD.....only to now find that within 20 seconds of Fred entering the stable he is tossing his bed around like a 16.2 TB sized hurricane.
Is he stressed?? OMG...He's now getting a stable vice too!!! bored?? poor boy I'm obviously not feeding him enough or maybe the feng shui in his stable isn't quite right....but no....I stayed late and whist peering over the stable door hidden behind his rug, I spotted him snuffling around as delicately as only a horse can on the now bare concrete for little bits of barley. He does this so much I can only imagine this is how he has capped his hock getting up from his concrete floor whilst avoiding the mounds of straw around him.
I'm sure he is only trying to help me muck out as he knows I have limited time before I have to go to work and that my time should be purely spent basking in his glory and not mucking out.
I am no longer basking in his glory, he is firmly in the doghouse. £104.50 later and I have 10 bales of Aubiose being delivered tomorrow in an effort to stop him capping anything else that he can connect with the now straw-less concrete.
On the other hand, I did find it rather sweet this morning and because I felt guilty about bursting his barley addiction bubble with Aubiose and for him now being on box rest until his mudfever abates, I sat on the bare stable floor with him stood above looking bemused, and foraged for little bits which he then snuffled eagerly from my hand. The OH shook his head and walked off muttering 'Both off their heads....'
He has a lovely bed of straw which covers 90% of his stable, two feeds a day, turnout and a big haynet at night. Me and the OH spend ages getting it just right, fluffing the banks, setting fair and even the odd straw twist at the front when I'm feeling a bit OCD.....only to now find that within 20 seconds of Fred entering the stable he is tossing his bed around like a 16.2 TB sized hurricane.
Is he stressed?? OMG...He's now getting a stable vice too!!! bored?? poor boy I'm obviously not feeding him enough or maybe the feng shui in his stable isn't quite right....but no....I stayed late and whist peering over the stable door hidden behind his rug, I spotted him snuffling around as delicately as only a horse can on the now bare concrete for little bits of barley. He does this so much I can only imagine this is how he has capped his hock getting up from his concrete floor whilst avoiding the mounds of straw around him.
I'm sure he is only trying to help me muck out as he knows I have limited time before I have to go to work and that my time should be purely spent basking in his glory and not mucking out.
I am no longer basking in his glory, he is firmly in the doghouse. £104.50 later and I have 10 bales of Aubiose being delivered tomorrow in an effort to stop him capping anything else that he can connect with the now straw-less concrete.
On the other hand, I did find it rather sweet this morning and because I felt guilty about bursting his barley addiction bubble with Aubiose and for him now being on box rest until his mudfever abates, I sat on the bare stable floor with him stood above looking bemused, and foraged for little bits which he then snuffled eagerly from my hand. The OH shook his head and walked off muttering 'Both off their heads....'
