Good boy, lively boy

TW was up super early today. She said we were getting prepared. She also said it was freezing. It was true.

When we heard her come we all made our way to the big field to say hello. She caught me straight away, the others led by frank turned and cantered off back to the other field. I didnt mind. Good boy!

Up to the yard we went, tied me up and out came the clippers. Oh dear. TW started clipping on my furry leg. I'd don't go so well. TW started to panic. 90 mins later things were starting to look a bit better so I got dressed in my snuggy lidl rug and went into my bed for a doze while TW went to get fuel for the box.

When she came back she had to get Chaz in for the trimmer. He was not such a good boy. Then our plans for the day got changed again so TW tootled off and came back a bit later with ZM and Mr ZM aka mr peeping Tom. The clippers came out again ZM helped a bit but the hair tickled her cough and TW felt guilty for putting on ZM so then it was back t me and TW. Good boy.

She clipped and clipped and brushed while I dozed and nibbled hay and sucked her fingers. A man came to trim chazs feet and apparently I'm a poor boy for having my fur off? Not sure about that, I think I'm just a good boy.

All of a sudden the clippers started to go slow and the battery was dead so we had to stop. It was snowing abit. And very windy. So TW had a good idea. Lets go for a hack!

Tack on, TW on, I didnt want to stand still for my girth. Not so good boy! Whizzed through the village at 100mph, got scared by a lorry and ran backward. Not so good. Ten marched past it at 100mph. Good boy!

Down the bridlepath, I was dying to trot. March ,march, march. Did some trotting. I was dying to canter. Sometimes if you're lucky when TW sits two trot beats you can pretend shes preparing to canter and zip off like a fast boy. I learnt this on the very fast hack last week.She was ready for me today though.  March, march, march. Strange man on the bridlepath.....TW was nervous . We turned round. March , march, march.

Annoying dogs yapping in the field stopped our cantery fun. So we had a little trot and teeny canter on the bridlepath. Good boy. Frank was watching in the pond field. He was not happy. The three boys charged about and tried to make me join in. TW said I should stick with her. So I did. Good boy. Zoe was spying at me from her field.

At the top of the bridlepath TW jumped off and we marched home. Back to bed and ate some grub. Nom. I got extra linseed as I'm looking skinny. Then TW practised putting a new bit in my mouth. It was chunky.

Then pink rug on and off we went to the field. Nice drink of water and then off we trotted and cantered back to the pond field. Phew!