AdorableAlice
Well-Known Member
Ted the Twit might be back. Three lots of specialist shoeing with the next scheduled for next week, around 65kg gone (according to a weigh tape), his personal vet finally uttering 'he looks good', we both nearly fainted at that statement. Me with relief and Ted thinking he might get a square meal soon.
Everything is crossed for the morning finding him sound. He did some cantering on decent ground today and jumped some logs. I have never seen a horse look so happy to be out and about. He was just bouncing along. Of course he considers he is starved to oblivion and I have to agree with the poor soul. How such a massive horse can thrive on a patch of dust for weeks on end with just a tiny haynet and a bowl of damp chaff is beyond me.
His rider thinks I am the cruellest owner and has to be frisked for clandestine food parcels on every visit. Adorable Alice snitched on Ted when he tried to parachute a bag of barley, via drone into his field. It failed anyway because Dim Tim was tasked with coordinating the landing and the words 'Tim' and 'coordination' simply do not go together.
A few more ounces could go if I took the scissors to his ridiculous mane. I have to wait for no one to be looking though as I am apparently dangerous with scissors around the horses. A rib can be felt, well if you you poke hard enough !, and his shoulder bone can be seen. It seems a mature Ted is going to be tricky to keep slim.
Everything is crossed for the morning finding him sound. He did some cantering on decent ground today and jumped some logs. I have never seen a horse look so happy to be out and about. He was just bouncing along. Of course he considers he is starved to oblivion and I have to agree with the poor soul. How such a massive horse can thrive on a patch of dust for weeks on end with just a tiny haynet and a bowl of damp chaff is beyond me.
His rider thinks I am the cruellest owner and has to be frisked for clandestine food parcels on every visit. Adorable Alice snitched on Ted when he tried to parachute a bag of barley, via drone into his field. It failed anyway because Dim Tim was tasked with coordinating the landing and the words 'Tim' and 'coordination' simply do not go together.
A few more ounces could go if I took the scissors to his ridiculous mane. I have to wait for no one to be looking though as I am apparently dangerous with scissors around the horses. A rib can be felt, well if you you poke hard enough !, and his shoulder bone can be seen. It seems a mature Ted is going to be tricky to keep slim.