Kenzo
Well-Known Member
Every time I take buggar lugs (yes that would be Mackenzie) back to his field (which is through the yard main gate, past the car park into the one of the front fields) he knows which is my car.
He always has to stop, press his nose against the windows, nudge my mirrors out of place, nibble my wiper blades, sniff every angle and then given half the chance, proceed to knee nice little dents into the side of my little orange car....charming horse that he is.
It is however admittedly my own fault, because on a couple of occasions last month when taking him back to the field, as a treat I’d stop at my car and grab him an apple out of my glove box rather than giving him one over the field gate where the other horses are, honestly this horse is like an elephant, he never forgets, his brain is like a sponge.
Last night walking him past my car was rather funny though, I had to laugh as he refused to budge, looking longingly through the windows, then at then me, then nudging the car, then me, until I got my keys out of my pocket, well his little face lit up like a Christmas tree, honestly all his birthdays had come at once.
So I opened every door and including the boot, just so he could inspect the inside of my car to prove there was no apples or polo’s hiding in there with his nam on thm *evil laughs* the pure buggar looked mortified, his little face dropped with disappointment, honestly it was a picture
then looked at me in pure disgust 
.....while I stood laughing at him.
He then proceeded to sulk over the field gate when I put him away waiting in anticipation, every time I jingled my keys at him his little face perked up in excitement.
Bad mother, bad bad mother 
He always has to stop, press his nose against the windows, nudge my mirrors out of place, nibble my wiper blades, sniff every angle and then given half the chance, proceed to knee nice little dents into the side of my little orange car....charming horse that he is.
It is however admittedly my own fault, because on a couple of occasions last month when taking him back to the field, as a treat I’d stop at my car and grab him an apple out of my glove box rather than giving him one over the field gate where the other horses are, honestly this horse is like an elephant, he never forgets, his brain is like a sponge.
Last night walking him past my car was rather funny though, I had to laugh as he refused to budge, looking longingly through the windows, then at then me, then nudging the car, then me, until I got my keys out of my pocket, well his little face lit up like a Christmas tree, honestly all his birthdays had come at once.
So I opened every door and including the boot, just so he could inspect the inside of my car to prove there was no apples or polo’s hiding in there with his nam on thm *evil laughs* the pure buggar looked mortified, his little face dropped with disappointment, honestly it was a picture
then looked at me in pure disgust .....while I stood laughing at him. He then proceeded to sulk over the field gate when I put him away waiting in anticipation, every time I jingled my keys at him his little face perked up in excitement.
Bad mother, bad bad mother
