AdorableAlice
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Ted has provided us with plenty of funny moments but this morning the laugh was at my expense and I am now sitting in front of the wood burner trying to get warm as the end result.
The cold and dry weather has let me open a field up, so this morning Ted and Alice took a different route. We all know what can happen when the routine changes for youngsters, Alice was little Miss Perfect, Ted must have eaten a large quantity of blue smarties overnight judging by his antics on the end of the line, but we made it in one piece and the expected explosion did not happen when I let him go because he spotted several blades of the funny green stuff poking out of the ground.
The field has been closed for months so I walked the fence line, Alice takes no notice, but Ted comes with me. If he was a child the only words he would utter would be 'why' and 'what are you doing'. We reach the trough which has several inches of ice on it. I had not thought to bring the hammer and was too lazy to go back and fetch one. Ted did not respond to the instruction 'break the ice with your foot' so it was down to me to stamp on it.
It was a bit awkward, the ground has sunk a little and the trough is raised slightly, plus I am old, stiff and fat ! Ted is still at my side, so I say..."Ted, let me hold your mane and lean on you whilst I stamp on the ice", he was brilliant, but the ice was much weaker than I thought it was, and broke with a loud crack at the first stamp on it, Ted shot off and I fell in, right up to my thigh, wellie boot full and water everywhere. My wellie and I are drying out courtesy of the woodburner, no mucking out done though, must teach that feral carthorse what 'stand' means !
The cold and dry weather has let me open a field up, so this morning Ted and Alice took a different route. We all know what can happen when the routine changes for youngsters, Alice was little Miss Perfect, Ted must have eaten a large quantity of blue smarties overnight judging by his antics on the end of the line, but we made it in one piece and the expected explosion did not happen when I let him go because he spotted several blades of the funny green stuff poking out of the ground.
The field has been closed for months so I walked the fence line, Alice takes no notice, but Ted comes with me. If he was a child the only words he would utter would be 'why' and 'what are you doing'. We reach the trough which has several inches of ice on it. I had not thought to bring the hammer and was too lazy to go back and fetch one. Ted did not respond to the instruction 'break the ice with your foot' so it was down to me to stamp on it.
It was a bit awkward, the ground has sunk a little and the trough is raised slightly, plus I am old, stiff and fat ! Ted is still at my side, so I say..."Ted, let me hold your mane and lean on you whilst I stamp on the ice", he was brilliant, but the ice was much weaker than I thought it was, and broke with a loud crack at the first stamp on it, Ted shot off and I fell in, right up to my thigh, wellie boot full and water everywhere. My wellie and I are drying out courtesy of the woodburner, no mucking out done though, must teach that feral carthorse what 'stand' means !