The story of a young and handsome cob's journey to get better to stop the incessant moanng and worrying by his owner!

Wednesday, 20 June 2012
My worrier
Ooooh Lordy, today was a most lovely of days. Firstly, me and Brack managed to knock down some fence and get into the super long grass in the middle of the field. NOM NOM NOM. Then TW came , got us back on the track and gave us hay!! How fab is that?? Getting a reward for nomming grass?? Amazing! She did turn the fence back on again which was poo!
At tea time she reappeared, we were all stood around the gate! She only went and out ny dually on and took me back to the yard. Where Zoe was waiting. Hmmmmmm. Tom bot did a bit of shouting, think he was a bit miffed he got left behind!
Anyhoo, back at the yard I kicked up a bit of a fuss while TW had some pop then she tacked me up and off we went with Zoe. TW thinks that if she tells me firmly to walk on at the start that it helps. So she did. So I trotted. Me and Zoe had a wee trotty race then we were on the bridlepath being followed by the weird munchkins on their scooters. Oi feck off!! So they did.
Apparently trying to eat TOO much stuff on a hack now earns me a pint club kick. So I trotted. And grabbed food at the same time. TW made me walk so I walked super fast. I think ZM was mpressed. S she should be!!
Past the bench and TW says wee trot? ZM agrees so off I went. Trotted. And trotted. And trotted. Nearly the whole length of the bridlepath. What? Why are you so bleddy surprised? We turned round and I trotted some more . Of course. What's the problem?
Canter says the humans? I got into the field and waited for Zoe to appear then off I trotted. And farted. And no that doesn't mean I'm going to buck you nobbers. Then. Cantered. And cantered and cantered. I rather enjoyed it. Onto the bridlepath and into the other field, trotted. And cantered. And cantered. A bit more. Grabbed some nosh then TW started sneezing like some reet fecking loser pants. Jeez Louise!!
Off TW jumped, through the village then into the stale like a sweaty boy to eat my grub. They were talking like I'm some kind of Wierdo or something, wtf? I trotted and cantered for the whole hack , again, after not being ridden for days. What's the big feckingdeal, it's not like I'm poorly or something is it?? Oh reet, I see.........
Back to the field and Tom and brack were dozing in the corner with the big boys next door. They soon came down to me and TW when they saw her moving the fencing again, I think that was rather a productive day.....
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