burdock

So TW and the cripple arrived a bit later than we would have liked today. We were grazing obviously when they arrived and the girls wanted to blank them in protest. I was like feck that shit I need my hay-fast so off we trouped and got stuck in to the good stuff. I am most impressed with the continued hay supply , it's nice for my tummy I reckon.

Anyhoo, TW was unpicking the wind knots again when a little green car arrived with a lady in it. The dawgs were tres excited. TW and me had a dance about cos I wasn't massively keen on being caught however when she muttered the magic words "you're a dick" I relented and went up to see the lady. Wowzer!! She had boxes and boxes of shizzle.

So this lady was a pharmocognosy dude. Boblet wasn't convinced but everyone knows he's a heathen. The lady had different oils and herbs and stuff for me to self select to heal myself. Awesome. I liked this game.

So we started off with the violet stuff and I nommed it down. I told TW I was still upset from when I colicked cos I thought I was going to die and she was so sad. I remember lying in the field panting all exhausted while TW sat and cried and held my head. That made TW get wet eyes. Then I sniffed and licked various things. The lady knew I had tummy problems and emotional issues and was well prepared with her kit. 

I mostly nommed mint and seaweed and sniffed oils. TW said I wasn't fussed about licorice so I ate shit loads. I also chucked a couple of buckets of water over the lady, spat at TW and pulled great faces. Apart from when the lady tried to photograph me. Then she got out the burdock. OMFG it was awesome. I ate so much of it. I bet TW buys me some later. Lunatic tried to steal the seaweed. Dilly could see I was nomming and tried to draw attention to herself by kicking the gate but I ignored her.

Then the lady said she would offer me some oils to help with emotions. Meh. Not so fussed about that, I don't know if TW can handle it. I sniffed some bits and then she offered me the stuff for separation anxiety. Fuck that shit. I turned my back and ignored her til it went away and some herby stuff reappeared. No trauma therapy til I feel safe dudes.

Then we finished and I went back to the field and nommed some hay the others had left. TW wanted Brack to have a session but he refused. Silly bugger. I reckon he might like it. TW and the cripple that is Boblet mooched about a bit more and then they fecked off and we carried on grazing. Not a bad day.