Clear bright day here, today, but getting cooler. Tomorrow night below 0, they say. Brrr for Mr Max.
We went out for a long walk today, and Max was all on his tippy-toes, being scared of stuff. But we got round all right.
Then we got back to the yard, and Max didn't notice that A was sitting in her car with the door open. She stepped out and he just about collapsed in fright! All his little hooves doin' The Riverdance!
Poor little man! He regained his composure quickly enough, but I was laughin' at him, while A was apologising to him.
“His name is Max, and he's a Norwegian Fjord X Arab. He’ll be four in June. I have about a month to see if I can make it work and make him mine. Have to see if he chooses me too, and whether I'll do him justice.” (1st May, 2006)
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