D66
Well-Known Member
as title really. I kept the hoss in until lunch time to save the field, went to open the gate tiptoeing through the puddles in Crocs.....and feet slipped. I held on tight to hoss's headcollar thinking she might throw her head up and rescue me, - but no she very obligingly decided to give me a kiss. Cue me lying prone in 2 inches of liquid mud, ankles to ear.
IT'S JUNE FOR GOODNESS SAKE.
I've gone for a hot bath. Humph.
IT'S JUNE FOR GOODNESS SAKE.
I've gone for a hot bath. Humph.
