Cazzah
Well-Known Member
Today I've had a day off work and after dropping little one off at nursery went straight down to see Baz. Gave him breakfast and poo-picked. Then I took a horrible call to tell me that a very, very good friend had lost her battle with cancer
(RIP Christina xxxx)
My TB is generally a moody, aloof b*gger but stood there while I had a blub into his mane and I swear he even leaned in to 'hug' me. Then, I decided to chuck the saddle on and head off for a hack. It was a beautiful morning and I just let him make decisions as to which direction we'd take. After a couple of hours we were heading back and found ourselves on the breast of a hill with a beautiful field of barley in front of us, wafting majestically in the breeze. Baz stopped whilst I said my goodbyes to my friend, and gave him a massive cuddle. Back to his field and he literally followed me like a puppy, as if he was making sure I was OK. He hardly ever does this.
I love my horse.
My TB is generally a moody, aloof b*gger but stood there while I had a blub into his mane and I swear he even leaned in to 'hug' me. Then, I decided to chuck the saddle on and head off for a hack. It was a beautiful morning and I just let him make decisions as to which direction we'd take. After a couple of hours we were heading back and found ourselves on the breast of a hill with a beautiful field of barley in front of us, wafting majestically in the breeze. Baz stopped whilst I said my goodbyes to my friend, and gave him a massive cuddle. Back to his field and he literally followed me like a puppy, as if he was making sure I was OK. He hardly ever does this.
I love my horse.