Holy mother of god!! Things have been going so well. This morning TW came up with the dogs and we enjoyed some hay while the sun was coming up, TW said it was fab. I was just nomming tbh - I see it every day ffs.
Anyhoo, post hay I let TW catch me and brush me and tack me up while I nommed a tasty bowl of mash. Then supported by a pocketful of parsnips TW popped on board and we marched about the field and TW made me behave myself although we stayed in a safer zone than yesterday. LOL.
So 5 days out of 5, I was muchly chuffed. Had a nother bowl of mash and a nibble on a spare net and then went back out, feeling smug.
Next thing I see, Polly is getting her feet picked out and going for a walk up the track. WTF? She's been footsore for donkeys but the bugger was striding out all smart and well behaved. I couldnt fecking believe it! Then frikking Lyra jostles to the gate so TW catches her next and only goes and tacks her up in the snazzy purple numnah which was meant to be for me, saddle AND stirrups and my fecking leather girth! Off they tootled like she was used to being tacked up and walked all along the track, watched some traffic including a bus and did some in hand trotting on the way. And she was fecking perfect. FML.
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