EternalVetBills
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... when you're in a rush?! ?
This morning I thought I would be nice and chuck Grace and the wee Dude out without rugs on whilst I rode my new(well new-ish, I keep meaning to introduce him on here but haven't got round to it yet) one and then go down to rug them before the rain when I chucked newby out.
Oh well, that's a great game according to the three idiots!
I was in a bit of a hurry, not hugely but just enough that things needed to go smoothly for me not to have to dash about. So, I've strolled into the field, chucked Dude's rug on the floor on my way to Grace. Whilst I'm rugging up Grace, who is my angel that can do no wrong (honestly she's perfect, I blame all of her bad behaviour on the boys leading her astray ?), newby (AKA Thing 1) comes over and quite casually takes a nice chunk out of Graces backside ?
. Grace goes flying across the field, leaving her rug in a pile at my feet; I looked like something out of Scooby Doo when they dash off and leave dust behind them! Thing 1 is stood next to me looking very happy with himself and a job well. I can't repeat here what I called him.
'It's alright' thinks I, 'I'll just do Dude and then come back to Grace in a minute'. As I turn round, out of the corner of my eye, I see a little black and white blur dashing away from me. Yep, that was Dude (AKA Thing 2), with his rug, in his mouth, quite merrily dragging it around the field ?. *Deep breaths*. So I have stomped over to him, at which point we had the most wonderful (at least I think that's how he saw it) game of tug with his rug ?. I finally managed to get it off of him after threatening him with the hunt kennels. On the rug goes, off Dude goes across the field, rug again left at my feet.
It was at this point I contemplated just leaving them to get wet and cold, but then realised it would only be me that suffered when they were wet, muddy, and grumpy later on.
So I dutifully scooped their rugs up from the floor and trudged across the field to my very happy looking hooligans. Right, Grace first, newby kept at bay with many glares and much waving of hands if dared come close. Great, 1 down, 1 to go.
As I've picked Dude's (now very muddy and wet) rug up off the floor, he's strolled towards me. "Oh what a good boy. Come on then" said I enthusiastically. It was only when he trotted straight past me to his nearest wallow did I realise what he had planned. Down he went into the thick, gloopy clay with his currently gleaming white coat. I shouted and stamped and shook the rug at him, but could I get the little sh*t up? Could I heck!
Rug promptly slung on to a pony that now more resembles a pig. I'm not sure how happy my mother will be when she gets up to the yard later to find that her lovely little piebald, that she takes great pride in his cleanliness, is now bay ?!
Anyone else have horses that seem to know when you just don't have time for this crap?
This morning I thought I would be nice and chuck Grace and the wee Dude out without rugs on whilst I rode my new(well new-ish, I keep meaning to introduce him on here but haven't got round to it yet) one and then go down to rug them before the rain when I chucked newby out.
Oh well, that's a great game according to the three idiots!
I was in a bit of a hurry, not hugely but just enough that things needed to go smoothly for me not to have to dash about. So, I've strolled into the field, chucked Dude's rug on the floor on my way to Grace. Whilst I'm rugging up Grace, who is my angel that can do no wrong (honestly she's perfect, I blame all of her bad behaviour on the boys leading her astray ?), newby (AKA Thing 1) comes over and quite casually takes a nice chunk out of Graces backside ?
. Grace goes flying across the field, leaving her rug in a pile at my feet; I looked like something out of Scooby Doo when they dash off and leave dust behind them! Thing 1 is stood next to me looking very happy with himself and a job well. I can't repeat here what I called him.'It's alright' thinks I, 'I'll just do Dude and then come back to Grace in a minute'. As I turn round, out of the corner of my eye, I see a little black and white blur dashing away from me. Yep, that was Dude (AKA Thing 2), with his rug, in his mouth, quite merrily dragging it around the field ?. *Deep breaths*. So I have stomped over to him, at which point we had the most wonderful (at least I think that's how he saw it) game of tug with his rug ?. I finally managed to get it off of him after threatening him with the hunt kennels. On the rug goes, off Dude goes across the field, rug again left at my feet.
It was at this point I contemplated just leaving them to get wet and cold, but then realised it would only be me that suffered when they were wet, muddy, and grumpy later on.
So I dutifully scooped their rugs up from the floor and trudged across the field to my very happy looking hooligans. Right, Grace first, newby kept at bay with many glares and much waving of hands if dared come close. Great, 1 down, 1 to go.
As I've picked Dude's (now very muddy and wet) rug up off the floor, he's strolled towards me. "Oh what a good boy. Come on then" said I enthusiastically. It was only when he trotted straight past me to his nearest wallow did I realise what he had planned. Down he went into the thick, gloopy clay with his currently gleaming white coat. I shouted and stamped and shook the rug at him, but could I get the little sh*t up? Could I heck!
Rug promptly slung on to a pony that now more resembles a pig. I'm not sure how happy my mother will be when she gets up to the yard later to find that her lovely little piebald, that she takes great pride in his cleanliness, is now bay ?!
Anyone else have horses that seem to know when you just don't have time for this crap?