Today Tom and I had a muddy pedicure. I went first. TW warned the farrier dude that we might have sore legs as we've been slipping about in the mud. I'm not sure he was impressed by my muddy feathers. Tbh TW had tried to wash them off but we both got bored. She had picked my feet out too but when she wasnt looking I did a bit shit and stood in it. HA!!
Anyhoo. First two feet went well. TW tried to talk about flares and stuff but got bored. She said she used to stress about loads of feet issues but since she had three ponies she can't be arsed. RUDE!! The farrier dude said that was probably for the best. When he was doing my third foot his phone rang and he only went and answered it! Excuse me?? Well, when he came back to finish the foot I ran off and he called me a little shit!! I couldn't get far though and he squashed me against the wall, damn that big dude. TW was a bit worried we might end up falling out so she gave me lots of cuddles and snuggles and talked to me and wished I could be a good boy. So I was. Of course.
And no, it wasnt me that broke the fecking leccy fence.
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