TW was on a mission today again, pocket full of mints she came into the field with my headcollar. So I ran and ran and bit the girls and ran some more. And then stood nicely by the fence waiting for TW to catch me. She wasn't quite sure if I was trying to avoid being caught or whether I was trying to scare the girls away from the mints. And quite frankly neither was I.
So today I was a good lad being tacked up and a good lad when she got on. I contemplated some napping but the mints won the day and I did some good strolling about in the field. Then TW said lets go back now good lad so I nap napped napped and said I need more work and more mints to make my mouth even frothier. TW won but then we walked back to the mounting block and went back again with more mints. Nom. The girls were not impressed and mostly glared at me over the fence.
Back in the field TW tried to convince Jez to do some groundwork but she's on strike at the moment so the pesky arabs did their good girl tricks again and offered to play nicely. Fecking wierdos. In the afternoon it got too fecking hot again and we did a therapy session which mostly involved us stamping on Dilly's parelli podium thing. Dilly I have noticed won't go anywhere near it.
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