5 years

Today is the 5th anniversary of me moving to be with TW. It was pishing down on that day when I moved to Bradmore and spent a cosy night in the stable. Today it was pishing down and I spent the day in the field all soggy with my gang. But that's ok. Although an occasional deep straw bed would not go amiss......

Anyhoo, I reckon TW is lucky to have me. I've taught her alot and we've done loads of good stuff together including riding at a race-course, hunting, jumping, dressage and endurance stuff. We've had a quiet couple of years recently but that's ok cos everyone needs time to chill now and again. I was hoping for a new horsebox and a thermatex for my anniversary present but it's not arrived yet. Hopefully it's on order!

washed away

Lordy the rain has been hammering down. After a few good days of pootling about and trying to teach TW how to clicker train us the weather got wet and we went crazy.

The shelter men arrived this morning and we set about bucking, rearing and mostly twatting about. All led by the piaffing shetland. She was on fire!! Then TW got worried about Jez and tried to put her muzzle on her but wierdy Mikka wanted it on cos she knew there was a mint reward at stake. WTF? Wierd wierd ginge. Jez had it on eventually. She was not happy. TW felt really sad but said it had to be done. And then we all lined up to nip Jez cos we knew she couldnt nip us back. Ha!

TW came back in the evening with Boblet and the dawgs and we went to see her and investigate the new shelter. We all crowded round so TW got in and Lyra followed her. Brave baby. Then Brack and Dilly set about trying to trash the shelter by rubbing on it really hard and Mikka stalked TW some more in case there were treats around. There weren't.

skips and clicks

Bright and early this morning a dude arrived at the yard. He had a huge shiny red truck with a rattly skip on the back. He sat and waited for a while cos TW was late (or he was early she says) and then dumped a skip by the trailer and fecked off super quick. I have never seen TW so excited EVER!! She got busy chucking stuff in from all over the yard. We mostly ignored her. She opened the gate so we could come up for a nosey but we just nommed. Too early and too warm for that shizzle.

Anyhoo, after mucho trashing stuff the bugger only came into the field for me. I made a slight dodge but when the "I have mints" line again was used I caved super fast. The girls sneered at me, apart from Mikka she loves grub more than me.

So tack on and TW on and this time we headed off with no napping at all. We focused on staying nice and calm and we made our way further down the field today. TW was very impressed. I mostly loved my mints. The flights were fecking shite though so after a few little trots by the water she popped off and sprayed me with tea juice.

Later on she came back with the dawgs and a bum bag. TBH she looked like a right wierdo so we all ignored her. Until she shook the bumbag. The next thing the arabs were on her like flies on poo getting clicks and treats. WTF? I eventually got em all out the way and spent the next ten minutes trying to figure out to get a click and a treat. It was bleddy hard, my brain hurt. Lyra walked over and touched the pedestal and got a click and a treat and then mostly through herself about and tried to stamp on the dawgs while I tried to get what TW wanted me to do. Eventually I got into a nice pattern of nose to the thing and then I got loads of treats. Awesome. Then we all got a click and a treat and TW bogged off.

Next thing she was at the gate again and the arabs caned it up there. We couldnt be arsed. Mikka is the greediest pony I have ever met. She got clicks and treats for not mugging but I'm not sure she got owt for kicking Lyra's ass when she tried to get involved. Ha!!

famous

oof it was another roasty toasty day today. We were all chilling by the shelters when TW arrived and she said it was too warm for riding today. So she made some fresh fly spray up from tea and oils and did some negotiating over some sprays in exchange for mints. It mostly worked well and even Lyra managed a little spray today. Trouble is Mikka gets a bit mint obsessed and stalked TW and ended up with loads of fly spray in the hope she could extra sweets. She is a wierdo. So then TW offered treats for swaps for backing up. Lordy I could not be arsed with that shizzle.

Anyhoo, she picked some poo and then we all had a nice snooze and TW sat and chilled with us. A bit later some lady arrived from the radio to chat to TW about us. We all bogged off out the way and when they came into the field Mikka bit the lady on the bum. Oops! Not sure that was helpful. Pah!!

TW came back later with Boblet and the dawgs but we were still in the bottom of the field ignoring her. Ha!!

mixed messages

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.

payment

It was proper pishing it down this morning when TW arrived, she wasn't in the mood to ride so I kept my head down and got nomming. Until she appeared in the field and said "who wants to do some riding?". Mikka was straight over to her but TW had to explain that she was far too heavy for Mikka's slimline ginger bones. TW thought she would like to ride Jez but Jez was not in the mood at all so for some reason she decided I had to go instead.

So I was a good boy leading out of the field and a bad lad when she was tacking me up. Then a good boy when she got on and then I decided I didn't really want to leave the others. So I napped. And we wrestled. And the reins were slippy so TW couldn't win. Ha!! But today she had a trump card. She gave me a kick and when I moved on a bit I got a mint. Nice. So I walked all across the field to the woods, down to the scary stump, back to the gate, back past the shelter and round again in exchange for some more mints until my mouth was frothing. TW was super pleased and phoned Boblet to tell him but he just suggested maybe next time I need a smack not a mint. He is such a loser.

Anyhoo, I went back to the field and Dilly's owner visited and the pharmocognosy lady came and spent time with Mikka, Misty and Jez. Then it pished it down some more and TW went home. She came back in the evening with the dawgs but there were no mints this time.

aww shit

So the sun has been bleddy roasting for days and we have mostly been chilling. Until today. Feck knows what has happened to TW but today she bowled up with the dawgs all confident like and chilled. So I did a mardy face and said I was sad and bored and then bit her. She was not best pleased.

Next thing, she's tacked me up and pops on cos I'm a good lad. Then we did some walking but she soon realised that her hands were all slippy on the reins from the peppermint oil. So I did some good napping including a nice mini rear. That got me a few hand slaps on the shoulder. Thats cruelty surely|? Anyhoo, the stupid nobber didnt even get nervous today and just kept making me pootle about. What a fecking cow bag.

The girls stood and watched my performance and I soon realised my mistake. Them buggers were hell bent on showing me up! Aargh, even Brack offered to be ridden. TW and Dilly pootled about and she was so proud and pleased. Then when she came back in the afternoon Jez was perfect and she had another pootle with Dilly. Then Boblet said I was a bad word and that noone likes me. Thats just mean!! So I strolled around in the sunshine with my bits hanging out to make myself feel better. Ha!!