Teenage tantrum

TW was up early today. After a few days of drifting she was back on a mission. All good. Me and frank went in.

I got tacked up first, stood nicely like a good boy. Then decided I didn't want to leave the yard on my own. TW panicked. I did some nice reversing. All over the place. TW didnt want to smack me because she was scared of what I'd do. Ha! ZM stood and watched. I backed up near the stables, near a car and near the muck heap. Ad grabbed a mouthful of tree for good measure. Then TW opened her mouth and out came the most awful bellowing. OMFG. Off I went.

We went through the village, had a wierd moment on the bridlepath when I shook my leg about ( left hind) but carried on. Down to the bench then behind the hedge and back. Teeny trot to check for lameness. All seemed ok. At the top TW wanted me to stand still. I fidgeted. She shouted. I stopped. She got off.

Oh and did I tell you she sang all the way today? Something about Mr Bot you'll be in a pot? Rude! TW thinks I'm probably just having a little teenage moment but we will stick to short walks until the thermal imaging lady comes she reckons. I did some lovely trotting and cantering in the field for her later on.