Celtic Fringe
Well-Known Member
Today I was met with something that looked and smelled like a moving swamp on four legs I led him in at arms length while the whole yard noticeably avoided us. I carefully peeled off the rug and fly mask - and yes it was the same pony underneath. I had cherished a faint hope that my cob was hiding round the corner - sadly no The one muddy patch in his field was clearly much more attractive than the nice straw-bedded barn provided for his convenience and comfort. The picture does not do justice to the horrific volume of mud that was attached and the resultant slick from hosing it all off might yet be the subject of an investigation by the Environment Agency. I fear this is really his default setting, although sometimes he adopts a cunning disguise as a proper dressage pony for his fabulous rider