Firehorse
Well-Known Member
all summer, when there's no grass, he comes to call. all winter when he's hungry, he comes to call. the past couple weeks he's been stuffing his face with far too much grass and simply cant be bothered to move his lazy bum when i call him. so, its a case of trekking half a mile up the field to fetch him. saturday, my 7 yr old son came with me and called to Ben. now Ben doesnt really know my son, as he doesnt ride or do much other than climb the apple trees while i feed and groom. so, guess what horse does? comes trotting down to meet my son at the gate. humph.
i've just been down to put Ben's pyjamas on and as my son has been off school, he came too. i waded thru the mud and up the field with rug and brush in hand. then started to groom His Royal Grumpiness. i put the brush down and went to pick up the rug, turned round to find he's buggered off down the field to the gate where my son is now standing. double humph.
so, off i go, trekking back down the field where son and horse are having a moment of love and affection to chuck rug on my traitorous neddy. i go to give him a hug and pat goodbye and he tries to nip my arm. ungrateful git.
i've just been down to put Ben's pyjamas on and as my son has been off school, he came too. i waded thru the mud and up the field with rug and brush in hand. then started to groom His Royal Grumpiness. i put the brush down and went to pick up the rug, turned round to find he's buggered off down the field to the gate where my son is now standing. double humph.
so, off i go, trekking back down the field where son and horse are having a moment of love and affection to chuck rug on my traitorous neddy. i go to give him a hug and pat goodbye and he tries to nip my arm. ungrateful git.