Feck off mr worrier

It was cold last night and had snowed a bit. But by the time TW got to the field it was sunny but windy and we were all snuggled in the sunny bit snoozing. So TW did some poo picking and checked we were warm enough and sloped off for a cuppa or two. She came back with our grub and then vanished. Fair enough.

At tea time she returned. She had seen that it was meant t o be very wet in the night and thought we might enjoy our beds. Nice. Only shed got the grumpy Scottish man with her. We all stood and stared at him for a while so TW came and caught me . We all trooped over to the gate in a line, like the pied piper said the grumpy man with the funny voice. Bracky says its Scottish. I don't know who the feck asked for his opinion Anyhoo, Scottish or not.

He opened the gate and took my lead rope. WTF? I don't think so matey. Is this a fecking trap? He tried to make me walk with him so I turned round and dragged him at the gate. Heheheheh. Feck you loser. TW giggled and poor tombot went with him instead. Me and Brack and TW rushed past them and made our ways into our beds. Back and the stable me and the grumpy man stood glaring at each other. Very funny. Cos we all know who TW would choose if it came down to it......and it wouldn't be no gobby old man from north of the border. Tommy suggested that maybe TW could trade him in for a nice rich oirish man.