Working from home...

Another pishy squishy muddy day. In my new life this means standing in my mahoosive stable munching haylage and chatting to Seb while Bracky-pants splodges about in the field shouting. It's mostly good. We are a bit posh since we moved and have a full-livery arrangement going with the nice dudes up the road. It works fine although "ethically" TW is unsure how she feels about it. Bracky says she is a posh bint nowadays what with her freelander and all. I don't agree. She still looks like a scarecrow most of the time.

Anyways I was having a lovely snooze this lunch time when all of a sudden TW and the wee muscley dog arrived. Wowzer! She had a new old new saddle with her, treeless thing apparently. On it went, fit quite nice so we both had a shot of the new rescue remedy shizzle and got ready to rumble.

I didn't nap today , it was all nice and chilled ( nom rescue remedy boozey juice). Even though TW's stirrups were far too long and she was ripe for flinging in the mud, we just had a nice pootle up and down the track while the wee muscley dog ran about sneezing. Dumbass. We saw a robin which TW always likes and had a slip about in the mud. Then I got to graze for a while by the car while TW shouted abuse at TWMD. Hilarious.

Then it was back to my haylage for a quick kiss and sadly no more boozey juice. I quite like the new old saddle thing though. I've put a few pics here today so you can see how I've changed since I came over from Ireland as a 4 year old. I'm 7 now. TW says thats a great age.