I'm the new Pope!!!!

Who'd have thought it hey? Me, mr Franklyn Bean being head of the old cat- lick church!! Tis a miracle. Bracky says, no actually it's bollocks but Botty believes me. Mr grumpy Scottish man says the new pope is frankie and that is me, no?

Anyhoo, TW was up bright and early today, looking like shite granted but she arrived nonetheless. Caught me and Bot, Bracky wanted to come in too as it had been a grotty night but TW said he had to walk up the field to get his headcollar and he got bored and changed his mind. Wee Nobber.

At the gate TW had to let me through while she tried to get Botty sorted, I was I unite looking forward to going to the yard so I set off on my own, head up, ears pricked. TW panicked as she thought I was going to land on someone's lawn. But I didnt. She shouted at Botty to trotty but hes crap at that. I'm not though. So I started trotting , followed not to closely behind by TW and Bot. There were rude words flying about.

When I got to the road I stopped and looked both ways and waited for TW and bot to catch up. Then I started on my merry way again. TW was very stressed by this point , dropped toms lead rope and grabbed me. Boooooo!!!!

Into the stables we went , then I had tack on and me and TW set off for a wee bimble. It was bleddy windy. We just went down and right, had a few tiny trots and canters then came back. It was fecking dog tastic out there. Back in my bed for a bit while Tom went out , had some hay and a bit of grub which was gross then it was on with a wee ruggle and back to the field.

TW needs  to lose weight. Pronto. So there!