Slippy, sore, and saddle

Oh my goodness it's still icy coming out of the field. Frank is alot better than me at walking in the slippiness. It does make me nervous. I'd hoped for a hack today but it wasnt to be. Such a shame. I enjoyed some munching though. TW thought about clipping me again but decided it might be a bit cold and I don't have any thicker ruggles to wear.

She spent quite a while faffing with frank today while I rested and argued with Zoe . All I wanted was a little kiss. Such a meany. When TW came back from taking frank to the field she saw I'd got a cut on my muzzle. It was sore. Not sure where it came from though. She was going to put tea tree in it but decided against it. What a relief! That would sting.

I got to try on my new old saddle today, it's lovely and soft. I hope it fits properly when the checker person comes. Before long it was time to slide back to the field as TW said shed lost all feeling in her face and needed to go home. Wussy.