Don't drink and ride...

Just the chaos that ensues when you mix several house parties full of 16-18 year olds and having two horses outside.

I stopped them being fed beer once 😂
I had a driving pony years ago - great for taking friends on summertime trips to pubs. She loved beer and always used to have half a pint or so, and she could drink it out of a tankard. Also in my youth I decided to have a house party while my parents were away once. sadly I have lost the photo of a perfectly happy young welsh section A standing on a Persian rug in front of the fire in the sitting room, surrounded by a group of 20 somethings dancing and drinking. He didn't even poop, which was a fortunate miracle!
 
My dad was sent out to get a hire car on holiday and returned with a donkey he had bought at the market - this must have been in the 80's sometime, they called him Peso and he lived in the field opposite where they were staying for the three weeks they were there, occasionally accompanied them to the pub and I am told they all followed him in a line when it came time to go home. They gave him to the local farmer when it came time to leave.
 
We took our lovely mare to a friends for a sleepover once. We'd had a lovely ride out, settled her in the stable and headed in for Chinese and prosecco. Lots of both consumed and off I wandered to check her... my friend found me 30 mins later on the mare, lying flat back with my head on her rump fast asleep. She was a star that horse, i don't think she could have moved a muscle whilst I was up there (Good job really)!!
 
I met a local chap out hacking who Darcy attached herself to who told me in his younger days when he lived in Australia he had a Cleveland bay and he used to take a 6 pack of beer ride out into the bush for 3 beers and then back for 3 beers 😂

A short ride, then. Especially if his beer was in 330ml tinnies.
 
I vaguely remember some sort of bareback, head collar and lead rope, chase me Charlie event that involved shots from back in my groom days.... The more drunk we got, the horses quickly cottoned on to the fact the didn't even have to canter anymore, let alone jump, and could just drop a shoulder and we'd slide off in a giggling heap... Many disapproving looks and huffs from the equines!
 
After my daughter finished A levels and started full time work, I started to help out with Old Dobbin. At the very first hack out, he turned right across the road, as per aids, then carried on right and into the pub car park, where he marched up to the front door and stood by the steps. Turned out my daughter and friend had been calling in for a steak sandwich and a glass of cider whenever they passed that way!
Kiki had a similar thing, he would 'park' whenever we went near the local cafe (who do amazing cake)
 
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