Hovis_and_SidsMum
Well-Known Member
Went down to the yard to check on Sid yesterday lunch time and he was out in the fields with one of the other livery ponies whose owners had also just rolled up.
So tootled down to the field armed with carrots with the lady and her daughter (who's pony it is) only to find Sid engaged in a good "session" with her pony. Bless she's only little he's 17.2!
But worst still as I stand there wondering what on earth to say the girl pipes up with the immortal - "whats he doing to katy, mum?". Her mum (sniggering) suggested I should explain - cue me (never great with kids) having to explain the birds and the bees whilst my darling horse carries on giving us an active demonstration.
I wanted to die. Or kill him. Or both.
The later mentioned fact that little katy is the yard "tart" did little to help. Not only is my horse a hussy he also has no taste!
So tootled down to the field armed with carrots with the lady and her daughter (who's pony it is) only to find Sid engaged in a good "session" with her pony. Bless she's only little he's 17.2!
But worst still as I stand there wondering what on earth to say the girl pipes up with the immortal - "whats he doing to katy, mum?". Her mum (sniggering) suggested I should explain - cue me (never great with kids) having to explain the birds and the bees whilst my darling horse carries on giving us an active demonstration.
I wanted to die. Or kill him. Or both.
The later mentioned fact that little katy is the yard "tart" did little to help. Not only is my horse a hussy he also has no taste!