Sophstar
Well-Known Member
As of this morning, I have threatened my pony with limb amputation for every day I find him in the wrong goddam paddock...needless to say he won't have any legs left by the weekend.
He was merrily living in his bare paddock over night, had been for the past 2 months. Cue Tuesday morning and find him knee deep with a big bloated belly in the resting paddock across the fence. The only way he got out...under 3 rows of electric tape. He sulked and got stroppy in the evening when he realised he could no longer enjoy the fun of hunt the pony nut game in his bare paddock and had his muzzle firmly superglued to his face and stayed out with the herd. Cue this morning...wrong paddock. Luckily muzzle still firmly attached to head but a good attempt at getting it off
Means of escape...between the electric tape attached to a bloody strong battery. A good telling off and thrown back out in the right paddock and a freshly charged battery attached to the fence.
I swear my brat pony brings more stress than joy!
The only houdini in our herd of course has to be my cushings lami prone brat. Gah.
He was merrily living in his bare paddock over night, had been for the past 2 months. Cue Tuesday morning and find him knee deep with a big bloated belly in the resting paddock across the fence. The only way he got out...under 3 rows of electric tape. He sulked and got stroppy in the evening when he realised he could no longer enjoy the fun of hunt the pony nut game in his bare paddock and had his muzzle firmly superglued to his face and stayed out with the herd. Cue this morning...wrong paddock. Luckily muzzle still firmly attached to head but a good attempt at getting it off
I swear my brat pony brings more stress than joy!
The only houdini in our herd of course has to be my cushings lami prone brat. Gah.