Happy new year!

Today is the first year of 2019. That means I am 11 years old. Officially. No pressies for me though - gutted. TW did kind of dress up for me today though and had some silly red lipstick on although methinks that was a leftover from last night as she always wears that stuff that sticks around for ages.

Anyhoo, today was an interesting one. Lovely and sunny. I got some hay and then TW got me out of the field for some grub and a brush. Nae bother. I did strongly suggest that I needed some extra nut things though. She obliged.

Me, her, Boblet and the dawgs made our way into the big field and they fecked off and TW clambered onto my back in exchange for some nuts. Fine and dandy. Now riding in the field has not been accomplished for some time due to mud and mojo and other random shizzle. TW suggested it was a good option though rather than having  a battle to get up the track. However I was feeling a wee bit fizzy on this fine morning and we walked, jogged and battled about a bit while TW sang me some songs. I just wanted to turn on a sixpence and razz back to the others but she said that was now allowed. Gah! Spoilsport.

Apparently I am being a tad strong at the moment and TW began to think that perhaps the hay dude's words about fizzy hay may indeed be correct. After a very strong attempt at a job she said if I wanted to trot then I could march up the hill and then trot until I was pooped which would be a very silly idea as we are not fit. So I shuck my head, jumped all 4 feet in the air and did a nice buck for a special effect. The bastard didn't even fall off she just twatted me on the neck and told me off. WTF?  Then I tried to convince her she was scared but the fecker said I could go near the others but do more work. I couldn't frikking believe it. Fair play. So we marched about a bit more, dodging various things and ponies and then she made me march round the shelter and into the field again. Phew!

Then we marched back, tack off and I got another bowl of grub and some more hay. I was muchly impressed with TW despite her calling me some rude names. She also thinks that despite her fatness that I can obviously carry her weight with no problems given my shenanigans! Pah! Bring it on!