Well I'm a bit confused. I thought TW was the boss but today frankie managed to make the electric fence fall down so we could all get onto the other grass. He then managed to make robs mum move all the fencing so we could be on the rest of the field. Wierd. They all acted like it was the best thing ever but I'm not convinced. TW wanted us to stay on the old grass so that's where I'm staying.
When TW arrived after work it was still light. The first thing she spotted was the clump of fluff in the floor. I saw her brain ticking and then she realised my lovely purple ruggle was ripped. Oh dear. It's a proper good rip too. I stomped over to her and had some snogs and tried to carry her bag for her. We all marched about a bit while TW poo picked and then she was off. So I did some trotting, bucking and finally cantered right the way back down to the old grass. Just where I should be.
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