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luckyoldme

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my lad has his mot the other day....which has brought him a whole new dilemma when he sees the head collar!
We had the first heavy frost this morning...hence I thought I would be caring and kind to my old lad and make him a breakfast, let him chill out for ten minutes and generally be a good human.
The only thing is that his last experience of having his head collar on and coming in was to have his mot..which involved sedating and teeth rasp.
Well he was caught between a rock and a hard place this morning. The head collar usually means good things..maybe a bit of a fuss or evan on a bad day a stroll down the road to see norman and get a carrot! Now the head collar can also mean bad things..like nasty people and drugs which he obviously feels quite strongly about.
This is why when the lovely old gent who owns his field walked out of his house to the lovely gentle awakening of me shouting things like ******* you you ginger t*****. and stuff you you knob.
humph...will try agin in the morning! (when I find the head collar I threw down in disgust)
 
Hmmmm ... I have a similar issue. Now, I have 2 of the little devils, when I want the black and white one, I can get no where near him, but the black one is in my face ... when I need the black one HA!! he is prancing away up the field whilst I fall over the advances of the black and white one. Why, pray tell, do we do this to ourselves?
 
ive just realised I missed a trick...what I should have done was stick the head collar on something else and brought them out of the field and gave them his breakfast and made the bloody horrible ginger minger watch.
The bloke who owns the place gives them all a treat every morning. I was in a huff with mine so I told him not to give mine anything...but he did anyways. It was quite touching really...like when one of the old school boys shows a tiny bit of affection for a horse but tries to hide it! brought a little tear to my eye!
 
late last night I plotted my revenge. In my mind I saw the little filly with a head collar on stood eating a big breakfast out of my horses bucket while he looked on . He would be stood there thinking..hmm I won t ever mess my mum around again. it was not to be.
This morning he stood there looking at me all innocent and bowed his head for the head collar like the good boy he is.
the ******.
 
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