My boy's unmasked face greeted me over the fence this morning.
"Heh, heh, heh!"
"Oh Max!" I scolded with disappointment.
"And there it is! SCORE" Max fairly crowed. He didn't even have the decency to look contrite.
Then the imp proceeded to jog behind me as I did my field search.
"Nope, cold. Getting colder... ah, warmer, warmer... Um. I'm going back to the gate now, 'k?"
He hoiked it off on a fence post, and completely ripped one of the fastening straps. I may still be able to get it to stay on though, so I'll try tonight with one strap and a plaited forelock and see if that gets us anywhere.
Don't fancy my chances really... Sigh.
He's a very naughty boy!
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- maczona
- The diary of a young horse and a not quite so young novice. What happens when you decide to return to riding after years away from it and suddenly find yourself buying a horse, and a very young horse at that? Who teaches who?
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