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.