cc14
Well-Known Member
As title, I have now come to the conclusion I own an absolute knobber. The knobbiest kind there is.
I should have known when a week after getting him I put a sausage boot on him in the field, and the next day he had ripped it to shreds and pierced himself in the leg with the buckle in the process.
After a 4 week holiday, having pretended he had strangles (it was infact just your run of the mill virus), he has avoided work in every way possible.
His first walk out in hand, he decided that the road with no cars on it was simply terrifying, and that a rear would be necessary...niggling an old injury and giving him a week off. This was followed by last week having a nosebleed in the time it took me to walk into the tack room and pick up his saddle (FYI, blood doesnt come off wooden stable doors very easily, or light grey jumpers for that matter). Then today I discover he has thrown a shoe. Not just any shoe, but his special back shoe which supports his dodgey leg. As in the one which costs more. He also decided to hide it. Very well. Making me look for it in the rain. Unsucessfully. Cue days plans being cancelled whilst waiting for very unreliable farrier to make an appearance. Did I mention that the farrier is so nasty and mean that it makes him footsore for several days after the farrier even enters the yard? I also returned to the yard after getting lunch to discover his empty haynet strategically placed over his stable door to highlight his starvation, with a very RSPCA style look on his face, what a mean mummy I am!
Yet, after all this, I still managed to go to the tackshop and spend my weeks wages on pointless stuff for him. Why do we love these silly knobbers so much? Wouldnt change him for the world
So as the owner of a big Irish knobber, I look forward to sharing future knobber stories with you other knobber owners
I should have known when a week after getting him I put a sausage boot on him in the field, and the next day he had ripped it to shreds and pierced himself in the leg with the buckle in the process.
After a 4 week holiday, having pretended he had strangles (it was infact just your run of the mill virus), he has avoided work in every way possible.
His first walk out in hand, he decided that the road with no cars on it was simply terrifying, and that a rear would be necessary...niggling an old injury and giving him a week off. This was followed by last week having a nosebleed in the time it took me to walk into the tack room and pick up his saddle (FYI, blood doesnt come off wooden stable doors very easily, or light grey jumpers for that matter). Then today I discover he has thrown a shoe. Not just any shoe, but his special back shoe which supports his dodgey leg. As in the one which costs more. He also decided to hide it. Very well. Making me look for it in the rain. Unsucessfully. Cue days plans being cancelled whilst waiting for very unreliable farrier to make an appearance. Did I mention that the farrier is so nasty and mean that it makes him footsore for several days after the farrier even enters the yard? I also returned to the yard after getting lunch to discover his empty haynet strategically placed over his stable door to highlight his starvation, with a very RSPCA style look on his face, what a mean mummy I am!
Yet, after all this, I still managed to go to the tackshop and spend my weeks wages on pointless stuff for him. Why do we love these silly knobbers so much? Wouldnt change him for the world
So as the owner of a big Irish knobber, I look forward to sharing future knobber stories with you other knobber owners
but his best one has to be putting his decadron in his water bucket now if some one would please explain how an animal with hooves can pick a decadron up and deposit it in his water bucket without getting water in it is beond me 
and just to add he sometimes helps me out by washing his feed bowl in his water bucket 
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