RunToEarth
Well-Known Member
My own stupid stupid stupid fault.
Got back from riding and led horse into stable. Takes tack off and shoves it over door, throws rugs on and starts faffing about with neck cover with door ajar, Oshk nudges door open and off he pops, out the stable, down the yard, past the house and half a mile down road to Bertha and Hurk. Dont think my reactions have ever been faster, I flew down that road like sh*t off of a shovel in a flurry of tears, some grusome images flashing through my head, as horse gallops over brow of hill, closely followed by a me. Caught him fine, legs in tact, just a little puffed. Walking back upto house gave me a little time to reflect on it though...
Luckily, hoss has half a brain and went down the right side of road, and there was a very obliging motorist and a dry stone waller there to help me, but seriously, that could have been one very nasty accident.
I am far too complacent with things, I have been so used to Bertha that I forget who I am dealing with.
Mum has warned me, since I was a child not to do it, used to toddle about with bertha on the end of a rope when I was about 5, and from the age of 10 I used to fetch her in from the field halterless, mum always said it would end in tears but I never listened...
Suppose 4 years of Bertha following me round put me in bad habits, mucking out with her loose in the yard, I cant ever slip into bad habits with Monty because he is so bolchy and rude, but Oshk is so quiet and polite, and I forget he isnt bertha. So, there you go, me being forgetful and almost causing a very bad accident. Oshk is now in stable, have covered his legs in ice tite, by instruction by vet, who says he will be ok.
Got back from riding and led horse into stable. Takes tack off and shoves it over door, throws rugs on and starts faffing about with neck cover with door ajar, Oshk nudges door open and off he pops, out the stable, down the yard, past the house and half a mile down road to Bertha and Hurk. Dont think my reactions have ever been faster, I flew down that road like sh*t off of a shovel in a flurry of tears, some grusome images flashing through my head, as horse gallops over brow of hill, closely followed by a me. Caught him fine, legs in tact, just a little puffed. Walking back upto house gave me a little time to reflect on it though...
Luckily, hoss has half a brain and went down the right side of road, and there was a very obliging motorist and a dry stone waller there to help me, but seriously, that could have been one very nasty accident.
I am far too complacent with things, I have been so used to Bertha that I forget who I am dealing with.
Mum has warned me, since I was a child not to do it, used to toddle about with bertha on the end of a rope when I was about 5, and from the age of 10 I used to fetch her in from the field halterless, mum always said it would end in tears but I never listened...
Suppose 4 years of Bertha following me round put me in bad habits, mucking out with her loose in the yard, I cant ever slip into bad habits with Monty because he is so bolchy and rude, but Oshk is so quiet and polite, and I forget he isnt bertha. So, there you go, me being forgetful and almost causing a very bad accident. Oshk is now in stable, have covered his legs in ice tite, by instruction by vet, who says he will be ok.