This morning I didnt get time to graze but had extra grass soup. Nom.
This evening I had more grass soup with bute number 7. Then it was time to go back!
I stopped for a quick graze by the gate and then off I went. Marching super fast. TW struggled to keep up. Nostrils flaring keeping moving. By the tree I did a lovely piaffe. TW liked that. Ten we stormed to the field and in I went.
Kisses for the lads and then competition time. Off we flew, galloping, bucking, twisting, turning. TW was half horrified and half in awe. Touch wood my bad leg was ok when she left.
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