JenHunt
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Its been a bit of a weird weekend if Im honest. Nothing has quite been normal! Tom the fairys foot has been bad again so weve been on box rest again. 
I wouldnt mind, I quite like my stable but not being in because he has to be and throws a tantrum when Im out of his sight. Mum and peter were away this week, and granddad was on business (I dont know what that is, but is must be hard work cos he always looks tired when he gets back) so grandma was looking after us. Shes quite lame so she cant muck out as well as mum or granddad and in the end she let me out into the little field by the yard, but because the fairy threw a tantrum I had to stand just on the field so he could see me!
On Saturday mum arrived back just as the fairys foot was in the square bucket with no handle thats full of hot salty water. They then stood and discussed it for 5 minutes. Mum picked up his foot and poked about and put it back in the square bucket. Because hes OCD about his feet he then picked up and put down each foot in turn!
Mum said that she thought he was just foot sore and not gravely, so we got to go out. Mum laughed at me because apparently I looked so excited about going into the field I reminded her of the faces that her old pony (who I vaguely remember as being orange and furry) made about hen corn! She nearly fell over laughing at me! 
Then a big tractor and trailer arrived the sort of trailer that carries away cut grass when the farms make silage, followed by a big yellow horse eating machine that had a scoop on the front that was the size that I have been telling mum she should get for my dinners! The big yellow thing started to eat the muck heap and then sick it up into the trailer! when it was full the trailer drove off and came back empty... they did this 4 times!! Then the yellow machine drove through my field and then into the next door field that has the beasties in it.
Then, just as we thought we could settle down for a day munching mum and granddad hitched up the little trailer to granddads car, reversed that up to the muck heap and took more out! When it was full it drove into our field, and into the garden (mum opened the gate). I wouldnt have bothered to watch, but Tom said that they were emptying it onto the veg patch. Now, I know from experience that grandma does Not like you interfering with the veg patch, so we thought it would be worth a laugh to watch. They put 3 loads of the stuff from the muck heap (that looked like wet soil) onto the veg patch. When they finished, mum started to dig it in to the soil to hide it. Still no sign of grandma. When mum was about halfway through grandma arrived. I rubbed my head on Tom in glee and anticipation, then bit him for not standing still
. But grandma only said thank you, and was there any left!! Granddad said there was and she asked him to put it somewhere else in the garden. I dont understand why youd want to put poo on your vegetables, they surely would just taste of poo?!
Mum and granddad took about another 20 wheelbarrow loads out of the muck pit. I didnt realise how much there was there, and from the way she was huffing, puffing and lathered, I guess mum didnt either!
. Still, at least I know what to get Tom for Christmas he wants a shovel so that he can dig big holes in the field. Aunty Ro told him off last time she caught him digging and asked if he wanted to be an archeomololologist or some such thing. I guess that thats some human job that involves digging holes.
I thought at this point that mum would want to drag me in and take me for a ride, so opted to be nice and not roll. But she didnt, instead she mucked out and washed out the stables, swept the yard, sorted out the feedshed etc. Still thinking shed come and get us in I refrained from rolling, but instead she went for a cup of tea! I gave up waiting at about half past 6 and had a nice scratchy roll. Unfortunately I misjudged the size of myself and ended up rolling in 2 lots of wet cow poo! One right on my bottom, and one on my poll and one ear!
Typically, mum came out about 10 minutes later to get us in! She was horrified at the sight of me, said something about seeing enough poo for one day, and also commented about me having the wrong idea of what quarter marks meant! She then attacked me with a hose I understand she wanted to remove the green slippery stuff, but there was no need to wash it into my ears, and then tell me off when I shook it all over her! Eventually we went out for a short ride and could hear the fairy screaming like something was trying to kill him all the way up the valley! I personally think that its the sound of his brain that does it, its bad enough when you can hide from him in your stable for some of the day!
On Sunday morning mum came and got us in, and I had to stand on the yard as theres no more shavings left (but they were weird, so its fine really) and Fairy tom needs them more than I do. She then spent half an hour pulling my mane out by the roots, which I actually find quite relaxing. There was some funny noises in the fields the other side of ours, but i couldnt see what was causing them and it made me jumpy. I knew that mum wasnt planning on taking me for a hack and had a sneaking suspicion that it would be the dreaded F word, especially when she then asked grandma to bring the fairy with us into the field. Its a very hilly field with a flat bit about the size of a dressage arena in the middle of the trees. I hate it for several reasons 1) the jumps are never up, 2)its always hard work in there, 3)theres lots of flies, 4)theres no grass, 5)the field is too little for galloping in. Sure enough F it was, and grandma was there to make sure that mum was doing it right.
Fortunately we only did half an hour of silly circles and stop start. I wish mum would make up her mind what speed she wants me to do! After that mum took me down to the stream to have a drink and wash my legs off. She called the fairy as we headed over there and grandma laughed at him as he followed us like a dog, even into the stream! When we came back out of the stream, Tom cantered up the bank and then came running back down telling me there was a wolf up there. I froze, hoping it wouldnt spot me. Mum eventually persuaded me to walk on. Twas no wolf, it was grandmas labradog and the fairy had been playing tricks on me for a laugh!
once shed recovered from laughing at me, mum turned us out into the nice green field in front of the house.
So, it was a bit of a poo weekend in so many ways. Thanks for reading, and have a big bucket of carrots and juicy green grass for getting this far! Ron
I wouldnt mind, I quite like my stable but not being in because he has to be and throws a tantrum when Im out of his sight. Mum and peter were away this week, and granddad was on business (I dont know what that is, but is must be hard work cos he always looks tired when he gets back) so grandma was looking after us. Shes quite lame so she cant muck out as well as mum or granddad and in the end she let me out into the little field by the yard, but because the fairy threw a tantrum I had to stand just on the field so he could see me! On Saturday mum arrived back just as the fairys foot was in the square bucket with no handle thats full of hot salty water. They then stood and discussed it for 5 minutes. Mum picked up his foot and poked about and put it back in the square bucket. Because hes OCD about his feet he then picked up and put down each foot in turn!
Mum said that she thought he was just foot sore and not gravely, so we got to go out. Mum laughed at me because apparently I looked so excited about going into the field I reminded her of the faces that her old pony (who I vaguely remember as being orange and furry) made about hen corn! She nearly fell over laughing at me! Then a big tractor and trailer arrived the sort of trailer that carries away cut grass when the farms make silage, followed by a big yellow horse eating machine that had a scoop on the front that was the size that I have been telling mum she should get for my dinners! The big yellow thing started to eat the muck heap and then sick it up into the trailer!
when it was full the trailer drove off and came back empty... they did this 4 times!! Then the yellow machine drove through my field and then into the next door field that has the beasties in it. Then, just as we thought we could settle down for a day munching mum and granddad hitched up the little trailer to granddads car, reversed that up to the muck heap and took more out! When it was full it drove into our field, and into the garden (mum opened the gate). I wouldnt have bothered to watch, but Tom said that they were emptying it onto the veg patch. Now, I know from experience that grandma does Not like you interfering with the veg patch, so we thought it would be worth a laugh to watch. They put 3 loads of the stuff from the muck heap (that looked like wet soil) onto the veg patch. When they finished, mum started to dig it in to the soil to hide it. Still no sign of grandma. When mum was about halfway through grandma arrived. I rubbed my head on Tom in glee and anticipation, then bit him for not standing still
. But grandma only said thank you, and was there any left!! Granddad said there was and she asked him to put it somewhere else in the garden. I dont understand why youd want to put poo on your vegetables, they surely would just taste of poo?! Mum and granddad took about another 20 wheelbarrow loads out of the muck pit. I didnt realise how much there was there, and from the way she was huffing, puffing and lathered, I guess mum didnt either!
. Still, at least I know what to get Tom for Christmas he wants a shovel so that he can dig big holes in the field. Aunty Ro told him off last time she caught him digging and asked if he wanted to be an archeomololologist or some such thing. I guess that thats some human job that involves digging holes.I thought at this point that mum would want to drag me in and take me for a ride, so opted to be nice and not roll. But she didnt, instead she mucked out and washed out the stables, swept the yard, sorted out the feedshed etc. Still thinking shed come and get us in I refrained from rolling, but instead she went for a cup of tea! I gave up waiting at about half past 6 and had a nice scratchy roll. Unfortunately I misjudged the size of myself and ended up rolling in 2 lots of wet cow poo! One right on my bottom, and one on my poll and one ear!
Typically, mum came out about 10 minutes later to get us in! She was horrified at the sight of me, said something about seeing enough poo for one day, and also commented about me having the wrong idea of what quarter marks meant! She then attacked me with a hose I understand she wanted to remove the green slippery stuff, but there was no need to wash it into my ears, and then tell me off when I shook it all over her! Eventually we went out for a short ride and could hear the fairy screaming like something was trying to kill him all the way up the valley!
I personally think that its the sound of his brain that does it, its bad enough when you can hide from him in your stable for some of the day!On Sunday morning mum came and got us in, and I had to stand on the yard as theres no more shavings left (but they were weird, so its fine really) and Fairy tom needs them more than I do. She then spent half an hour pulling my mane out by the roots, which I actually find quite relaxing. There was some funny noises in the fields the other side of ours, but i couldnt see what was causing them and it made me jumpy. I knew that mum wasnt planning on taking me for a hack and had a sneaking suspicion that it would be the dreaded F word, especially when she then asked grandma to bring the fairy with us into the field. Its a very hilly field with a flat bit about the size of a dressage arena in the middle of the trees. I hate it for several reasons 1) the jumps are never up, 2)its always hard work in there, 3)theres lots of flies, 4)theres no grass, 5)the field is too little for galloping in. Sure enough F it was, and grandma was there to make sure that mum was doing it right.
Fortunately we only did half an hour of silly circles and stop start. I wish mum would make up her mind what speed she wants me to do! After that mum took me down to the stream to have a drink and wash my legs off. She called the fairy as we headed over there and grandma laughed at him as he followed us like a dog, even into the stream! When we came back out of the stream, Tom cantered up the bank and then came running back down telling me there was a wolf up there. I froze, hoping it wouldnt spot me. Mum eventually persuaded me to walk on. Twas no wolf, it was grandmas labradog and the fairy had been playing tricks on me for a laugh!
once shed recovered from laughing at me, mum turned us out into the nice green field in front of the house. So, it was a bit of a poo weekend in so many ways. Thanks for reading, and have a big bucket of carrots and juicy green grass for getting this far! Ron