Working from home...

Another pishy squishy muddy day. In my new life this means standing in my mahoosive stable munching haylage and chatting to Seb while Bracky-pants splodges about in the field shouting. It's mostly good. We are a bit posh since we moved and have a full-livery arrangement going with the nice dudes up the road. It works fine although "ethically" TW is unsure how she feels about it. Bracky says she is a posh bint nowadays what with her freelander and all. I don't agree. She still looks like a scarecrow most of the time.

Anyways I was having a lovely snooze this lunch time when all of a sudden TW and the wee muscley dog arrived. Wowzer! She had a new old new saddle with her, treeless thing apparently. On it went, fit quite nice so we both had a shot of the new rescue remedy shizzle and got ready to rumble.

I didn't nap today , it was all nice and chilled ( nom rescue remedy boozey juice). Even though TW's stirrups were far too long and she was ripe for flinging in the mud, we just had a nice pootle up and down the track while the wee muscley dog ran about sneezing. Dumbass. We saw a robin which TW always likes and had a slip about in the mud. Then I got to graze for a while by the car while TW shouted abuse at TWMD. Hilarious.

Then it was back to my haylage for a quick kiss and sadly no more boozey juice. I quite like the new old saddle thing though. I've put a few pics here today so you can see how I've changed since I came over from Ireland as a 4 year old. I'm 7 now. TW says thats a great age.

Here I go again

Well it's certainly been a long time..... Frank has been off living the high life with his lovely new owner for nearly a year now. TW tried her hardest to get shot of the Brack but he is the eternal bad penny and kept coming back so she eventually gave up. We all moved house and are now living in Derbyshire which is lovely.

2014 was a quiet year for riding. 2015 is apparently going to be different. We have 6 weeks until our first NS ride and neither me or TW are remotely fit. Now as we know one of us will get fit fairly easily, the other well that is a completely different story!

Today we had a pootle about in the mud. It was all good. The fog gave me enough of an opportunity to pretend to be a little bit scared, the noisy old tractor was just noisy enough to allow me to be on my toes and when I spotted Seb and his owner mooching back to the yard it would have been rude if I hadn't bogged off across the field wouldn't it? Sadly TW was having none of it and gave me a mahoosive guilt trip and said she was DISAPPOINTED in me. Good Lord! It seems that it is indeed game on once more!

Bitless Bot = no brakes

the mud is still here. TW came up before lunch with the muscley dog and her slave. She dragged me out of the mud and tacked me up. Bitless. Hehehehe.

Through the village and down the slippy bridlepath. TW was worried she said it was grotty and I said I didn't want to trot. She said ok.

On the straight bit I changed my mind. Had a trot. TW made me turn and trot back to the the wee muscley dog and her slave. Then round again. I had a little nap. TW told me off. It was ON!!

Trot trot trot. Nice and strong. TW was impressed. Turn round. Nap. Trot trot trot. Stronger and stronger. Finally TW realised she had no brakes. Super strong trot and a cheeky canter or too. Hahahaha. TW had achey arms. The slave had jumped out of the way a few times too . I was shattered by the end. Phew. TW was impressed. The slave gave me the apples. It was all good.

Back to Bitless Bot

I'm a bit crusty and grubby at the moment. TW says I need a spring clean. Today I got to hack with frank.....but TW realised that me and frank share a girth and a bridle a bit  too late. So I ended up Bitless with a poo synthetic girth. Gah.

We had a lovely hack though, did some nice trotting and frank let me go First. Amazing. I hope the mud goes soon though.

You win some and you lose some...

TW came up early on Saturday morning which was nice. She took some photos of the hay and then attempted to catch me and Frank....oh dear. Not sure about that. Me and frank zipped off but I got caught, TW said she couldn't be bothered with rowing with frank.

I'm glad she caught me though. It was a lovely sunny day. We had a mooch to the yard and then it was tack on and off we pootled. I'm not sure when it was last just the two of us but it was lovely. I was on my best behaviour. We saw lots of dogs and birds and TW chattered away about what she hopes we will do this year. She was chatting about a place shed been recently where there are loads of lovely long trails to ride on. It sounds amazing. She also mentionned hunting! Woohoo. I had a huge smile on my face.

When I got baxk to the field Frank and Bee were still sunbathing. So I went baxk to the hay. Lovely morning.

Moving

Today we moved fields from the big field baxk to our field. It's a shame cos we won't be with the other lads but I'm still with my gang so that's all good. We had a nom at the yard for a bit while TW tatted in the field and then we went down for some hay. Well I ate hay. Frank and Bee ate a bit, ate some grass and did some mooching and ass biting. Wierdos.

We all had a canter at TW at one point which made her laugh. I then cantered off back to my hay. Nom.

The Hayman came at 11.30 and dropped off a big bale. It was huge and heavy. TW struggled a bit so I stood in front of it and blocked it for her while it was rolling. That impressed her and the Hayman I reckon.

She's started booking us on rides with lovely sport endurance....we really need to get fit.

Apples

Happy Xmas, happy new year and happy apple eating!

I know it's been a long time but TW has been a busy bee and the weather has been rather crappy which limits the iPad action in the field. I've had a few nice hacks recently, mostly accompanied by the wee muscly dog and her slave. I'm uber hairy and TW says I might need to be clipped as we have to get fit for the new endurance season ahead.

I didnt get a hack today but the muscly dogs slave fed me apples and I followed him round. The grass in the big field is nearly all gone which is rubbish.