sausage

The weather is definitely getting warmer and milder. It means the grass is growing. Finally. Tw made a flying visit yesterday with the rabble. This morning she arrived with the monsters but no Blblet as he was finally being allowed a lie in. Bravo TW!

When she got to the field me and the Bee were nomming the haynet in the sunshine. So she headed of round the field with the dogs to exercise their stumpy little legs. And her stumpy little legs. Ha! When they came back she tied the pig to the caravan and got about her stuff while the crazy girls rampaged around.

Today was turn Brack back into a sausage day. And frankly I was impressed by the fact that he let TW catch him, tie him up in the field and put his sausage costume on and rub fly stuff on him all with no fuss at all. Jeez. he is chilled at this home! I was also impressed with TW for being somewhat more organised than previous years. She even said Brack can probably have a new sausage outfit when she has some pennies. Which will be nice as there ain't anything sweet about that boys itching I can tell you.

Next it was my turn for some scratching. Neck only again but I did et her feel my feet as she said she had nasty nightmares last night about me having lammi ffs. Wierdo. I also kept encouraging her to look at the nice fields behind our field but apparently she didn't quite get what I was trying to say. Dumbass. After the scratches I wondered off and then skillfully demonstrated my trotting down hill in the field moves to show that there is feck all wrong with me. But also suggested I'd quite like a new saddle anyway. And a new thermatex. We shall see.....

Zen

Sorry I've been quiet this week! I've been under strict orders by TW to rest as she's been worried about me. So I've spend most of the week bucking and charging about the field. And had a physio appointment. I think the consensus at the moment is that I have sore feet. That better not been restricted grass!

Anyway I've seen TW a few evenings which is nice. And started new thunderbrook chaff which is lovely. Today TW appeared without the rabble and I was very pleased to see her. We had some lovely itches and I got told off for being bossy as I only wanted my neck itching. TW left me in the end as she said I was getting too big for my boots. Off she went and down the field, got herself comfy cross legged on the floor and closed her eyes to relax.

I stood at the top of the field watching her. She is a wierdo. I could see her breathing slowly and trying to focus. I also knew she had one thought wondering what I was doing. Bad TW, focus on your breathe! When i was convinced she was being nice and mindful I trotted as quietly as I could down the field right behind her, slammed on the brakes and grabbed her hat! Oops, apparently this isn't nice! She laughed and closed her eyes again. I grabbed her hat again. This went on until she realized that maybe  I was right and eyes open is much better. We did some chilling and grazing and even Bee strolled past to say hi. It was lovely in the sun. Somehow we missed the eclipse though. Wierd.

WTF?

Today Bracky nearly got his ass kicked.

Everything started off fine. TW and the minions with Boblet arrived. Then Jiggys mum turned up so TW thought it was a good time to see how I was feeling. All good. Boblet and the doglets went to play in the field and TW ran me up and down to see if there was any sign of soreness. On the fla grass field everything seemed good , maybe a teeny hint of an ouch on my right front at one point but very very mild. TW however was pooped. HIlarious. I got to have a little sneaky graze and then we all realised that Bracky and Seb were tearing about like a couple of hooligans!

Back we headed to the field, I wasn't sure about going in. Which was bad enough. I probably would have pissed TW off a bit but Seb took the chance to escape out of the field and run off. Hahaha! Cheeky barsteward. He shot off to the cows bit, munching grass and chasing Iggy Piggy as he went.

I ended up back in my field and me and Bracky razzed around in disgust. And then it happened. Fecking Bracky mounted me! OMFG! TW stood opened mouthed! Jiggys mum thought it was hilarious. Then the old bogger bucked off round the field. Stupid little pretend stallion.

TW and JM tootled off and JM caught stoopid Seb and chucked him back in with us. He was shattered too! Me and Bee got on the haylage and TW moaned a bit while Boblet took pics. Just a usual Sunday then. And guess what? It was windy.

loads

I've seen TW alot this last week which is lush. She's worrying about me though so we've not done much but have scratches and kisses. Today she sat in the field with me while the wee muscley dog ran about and barked. Twat. I think TW is buying me nice new foods on the t'internet and I reckon if I'm really sneaky I could get a new saddle out of her too. And maybe a thermatex to go with it? Hmmm could be fun. She tried to figure out which leg was sore today but given the field is slopey and slippy it wasn't easy. My white foot is all red and bruised though. I think I will be having a phsyio check soon. Lets hope it sorts me as I cba with a vet trip :(

snuggles

The weather is getting sunny and the days are getting longer. TW and the rabble came to visit me tonight after work , the first time since we have moved house. I was lovely. we had some snuggles and kisses and she picked my tootsies out and sprayed them with tea tree. She gave my legs a check and realised that my legs are so hairy its hard to notice anything. It was nice to see her though, I hope they come up lots now. Iggy was crying so she had to leave and take him off to join the girls and Boblet who were playing in the field.

I stood and watched them and relaxed over my stable door. before they went a van arrived and two men started dropping off broken tiles and things on the floor. It was so noisy. I hated it. TW giggled to herself and muttered something about men who look like they own coloured coblets or something. wierdo.

sore tootsies

I was out in the field nomming haylage with Bracky when TW, Boblet and the hounds arrived. The lunatic and the wee muscley dog were tearing around like crazy being proper dafties. The pig was on his big lead tied to the caravan. Ha!

In I came which was nice. There was tack everywhere. Including my new bright pink cordura thing. Fantastic! I had my treeless on and was going to go bitless too but TW got it all in a jumble. Pillock. She said we were just having a little one as she wanted to see if i was ok.

Off we set in a nice relaxed walk, she is getting much better at keeping the reins long which is nice. Up the track and then into the field. Walking nicely but every time we had a teeny trot it just wasn't quite right. TW said I feel a tiny teeny bit off and slower than normal. It made her feel sad,  I'm ok though.

Back at the stable Boblet had a look at my legs. He thinks one is slightly more swollen than the other one, TW thinks its the opposite leg with an abscess brewing as my coronet band is a bit warmer. In the field she made me trot a bit and it was just a teeny tiny bit noticable. I did a nice canter though. I think I'm going to have a little rest for a week and see how I get on. I hope I'm ok soon as we were just starting to get back on track.

sunny

Good lord TW was up bright and early today. Just like she use to be. That was nice. We had a good groom , tea tree on my tootsies as one was a bit thrushy, then tack on and off we went.

As we started off I was in two minds, the wind was blowing and the donks leccy fencing was scary as always. I started to back up. Tw laughed and said "well all this time you're wasting and you could be grazing at the top while we wait...". I didn't need telling twice. Nice long rein, lovely and relaxed off we stomped.

Up at the top I settled down for a graze. TW and I had a slight disagreement over where i was allowed to graze and as I turned round she accidentally kicked the back of my leg. OOF! I jumped all four feet off the floor. TW tutted. sorry!

Eventually Monty appeared along the road and off we pottered, all was going well until I think I stood on a stone. Ouch :( It really hurt. Today we did the short road loop. It was really hilly. I alternated between striding out really relaxed and then being sticky and slow. Tw was stressed and confused. She's not sure if it was the stone or the wormer in the week or my new food or the grass growing or a million other things. It was still a nice hack though.

When we left Monty TW thought that maybe it might be a good idea to get off me. I told her not to bother and stomped off, head in the wind taking us both home safely. She was very grateful. We had another trot and I seemed fine again. TW was a bit more relieved. I got to have a nice graze down the track and ignored the daft shitland who appeared to have escaped.

I went straight to the field and had a lovely roll. TW was so impressed I was flinging myself all over the place. Then i settled down to some serious sunbathing and mooching with the Brack.

Mid afternoon I was chilling and catching some rays when I heard a male voice shout me. and whistle. I ignored it. Then a female voice and whistle. Good lord TW and Boblet and the lunatic had walked over to see us. Awesome. we had some nice scratches and cuddles and then they left. Rubbish. I really wanted them to stay.

Carrots

Sorry I've been so quiet this week, TW has been on training in Birmingham and decided that she needed my laptop to do work in the evenings. How rude is that?

Anyhoo, the weather is starting to be milder I think. I've spent most of the week rolling and scratching which has been nice. I was looking forward to a 7am pootle with TW but the lazy arse couldn't get out of bed. Nobber! She appeared half way through the morning half dressed smart and half fleecy pants. Very attractive I think. Ha!! She gave me a few carrots and some good scratches, Bracky wanted some too but I blocked him right out. Sorry dude. TW says soon she will win the lottery and we can see loads of each other. She best hurry up!!

Itchy

Today was a sunny day. But really freaking windy. TW bowled up to the yard with Boblet and the ratbags and promptly tied the Pig to the caravan so she could see to me. Excellent. It might have been a nice day for riding but the field was far more inviting. Out we went, through the mud and before TW could shut the gate thing I was down on the floor. Rolling. In all the mud. It felt fabulous!

She tootled off with the pig and they all had a play in the field. They are so weird chasing after tennis balls. Poor Iggy piggy has to stay on his big long lunge line for being a fecking cow chasing barsteward (so Boblet says). TW did let him off briefly while they tired him out on the hill. heheheh, chubby puppy. I bet he would write an interesting blog!

After the pups were pooped ( well Iggy was pooped and Boblet was too cold) they all trooped into the caravan and TW came back to give me some cuddles. I followed her about the field a bit and she was really chuffed until she realised I was doing the face pulling behind her back again. Oops! Then I got chased round ( not really as she's about as fit as Iggy piggy) and we got down to some nice muddy scratches. My fur is starting to come out,spring must be on its way. Apart from the fact that the gritters were out at bed time. FFS.