Friday, 2 May 2008

Time Travel without the TARDIS

We've done it. Max and I have successfully travelled back in time... I'd say about six months. Sigh.

It is not a good thing. It is a bit of a depressing thing, actually. I've taken him to two walks in hand on our own, yesterday and today. To say he is reluctant is an understatement. He even called today to nobody in particular, and he hasn't done that for, well, about six months, I guess.

Will just have to start over again and hope we can fast-track back to where we were only two weeks ago. Actually, fast tracking doesn't really matter, either. it will take as long as it takes.

His manners have gone awol as well. I think that is just clever pony realising he's on to a good thing with concerned mum and sympathetic yard birds. I'm getting dragged and barged, and the occasional giant arse swipe of irritation. These things I can deal with swiftly. Getting his confidence back will take more time.

Hopefully he'll get the all clear from his regular vet next week, so I can at least start properly longlining again. That will go a long way to setting us back on the path of righteousness.

Max wore his high viz shiny boots today for the second time, but you'd think it was the first. Kept picking up his legs to look at them!

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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?