on the tenth day of treatment....

On the tenth day of treatment TW gave to me....some thunderbrook muesli!

For a Saturday morning TW was up early. There was no red lipstick apparent so I'm guessing she had an evening in but she was still looking tired. Bracky says she needs to cut all grass and sugar out of her diet and that will help.

Anyhoo, she came up ad gave me drugs. Tried to take my rug off but I refused which confused her but then I relented and she let us all through onto the longer grass for job time. Olives's mum said this was a bad idea as there was no way we would go in the barn after sniffing the pony crack....

At first I didn't want to be touched but I didn't nip today or grab TW's clothes. She poo picked, hayed the barn, mucked out and put another bale of hay in the field nets as we had eaten quite a lot last night. Nom Nom. Then she started the brekky prep.

Bracky loves his feed at the moment and he always has one ear and one eye on TW nowadays. he spotted her emptying a bag of feed into the bin and started sidling down to the middle gate. Just in case. I noticed Jez following him a bit but tbh my pony crack was soooooo distracting! TW tried the walking through the field tactic today. It worked. As soon as she was in the field with three buckets of feed Brack was on her. I could not have that. The four of us danced our way down to the barn, TW all elbows and feed bowls and us three all teeth and bargy barginess. TW won. I was impressed. In the barn I tried to avoid the equishure feed but she swapped em round and we all settled down to nom nom our muesli, cobs and a smattering of copra and charcoal.It was so good that we were all hypnotically licking the bowl when TW left.

At 3.30pm she returned, full of McDonalds food and tired from playing with the chiddlers. Bracky says TW is gonna get lammi if she's not careful and he swears he can see her getting cresty already. Out we went into the field, nommed some long grass and then all decided that TW was right and that grub and hay on the strip was much better. She was so impressed! She said I looked lush all shiny and healthy and relaxed again.

After tea i strutted myself up the strip staring and glaring at Mr Boblet as I went. He thought I wanted a stroke. I did not. I was just showing him that there is only one man for TW and it is not him. he called me a barsteward. I did not care. Cos I am the best. Ha!