Today iz my happy birthday!!! Woohoooo!! Nine years old today :) that's a good age I reckon, 9is 3 times 3 and three is a lucky number!!! Anyhoo, TW came up nice and early and shouted very happy birthdays and gave me and Brack some hay. No shitty loading practise. Result!! We spent the day chilling in the sunshine which was a lovely way to spend the day. TW trotted down to the field at about 6.45 which tbh was a bit late but whatever. Me and Brack were up grazing near the top but cos I loves TW at the moment I marched round to see her. She kindly moved a fence post for Bracky so I had a paddy and refused to be caught for a bit. Then we mooched to the yard. Hmmm....now TW is a tricky trickster who likes t get her own way I reckon. The box was all open again so over we marched. Bogger. She'd on,y gone and had the partitions moved. I plonked my two front feet in the box and then prepared to sleep for a bit. Sneaky pants decided to take a different tactic today. Yesterday she was all Michael Peace and Richard Maxwell- esque which involved waiting for me to decide to get in the box. Today she went all Monty Roberts on my ass with the bleddy dually. Pressure on. Normally when I pull back and throw my weight around she gives us. Today she didn't. Feck. Step forward. Good boy. Pressure. Step forward. Good boy. Oh feck off I'll get in then!!! Three times I got in , it was fine cos I stood in the middle of the box. All good. She was happy. I was happy. Got some grub! While I was munching in the stable the muscley dog got stressed, we all looked and there was bleddy Bracky trotting up the yard and over to my stable. Jeez boy!!! Are you my bleddy stalker?? Heheheeh what a Nobber!! Before long we trundled back t the field and got some extra birthday grass. Enough excitement for one day!! Xx