the mud is still here. TW came up before lunch with the muscley dog and her slave. She dragged me out of the mud and tacked me up. Bitless. Hehehehe.
Through the village and down the slippy bridlepath. TW was worried she said it was grotty and I said I didn't want to trot. She said ok.
On the straight bit I changed my mind. Had a trot. TW made me turn and trot back to the the wee muscley dog and her slave. Then round again. I had a little nap. TW told me off. It was ON!!
Trot trot trot. Nice and strong. TW was impressed. Turn round. Nap. Trot trot trot. Stronger and stronger. Finally TW realised she had no brakes. Super strong trot and a cheeky canter or too. Hahahaha. TW had achey arms. The slave had jumped out of the way a few times too . I was shattered by the end. Phew. TW was impressed. The slave gave me the apples. It was all good.
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