The end of a long week


Did I say that it might be a good idea to live somewhere with horses at the end of the garden? Did I? Did I think it was a good idea?

A week is a long time to ride a learning curve steeper than Everest.

I am thinking of investing in a CCTV, mainly because the numbers of examples of my own stupidity are too many to recount and they are not quite as funny in words.

This week I have mostly been:

a) Trying to dig my car and trailer out of mud that I voluntarily drove into, ignoring the bright red warning signs flashing in my mind that said "don't do it". I was in socks and sandals! Who actually wears that, let alone drives into a mud bath with them on?

b) Wrapping up a haystack to keep it dry only to realise I've wrapped it so well I've left no means to get back into it.

c) Deciding that Dotty and Snowman had been here long enough to know whose stables is whose, so opening the gate for them to put themselves to bed only to spend the next half hour chasing Snowman who was chasing Dotty whilst my mind played "flight of the bumblebee" on full blast.

The two things that have been messaged me most often this week are "start a blog" and "what's it like living the dream?'.

Well, here's the blog.

This morning's episode of the dream started well. The feeding routine is established and it went just like the dream its meant to be. I got them both groomed for the first time in a week which is serious progress. All good. 

To embellish the dream I decided to repeat the mistake of earlier in the week,. Mind said "turn them out, just open the gate, they know where they are going". Snowman obliged, Dotty took off like a rocket in every direction but the one I wanted her to go in. "Fine" I said to her. I am not chasing you any more, I will go get a shower and come back and by then you'll have decided you want too be in with Snowman.

It was Snowman's hollering that alerted me, before I even reached the house, that instead of conveniently following my minds plan Dotty took the absence of myself and Snowman in her immediate vicinity to break into the big bedroom, roll in Snowman's bed and droppings (bang goes the grooming) and commit a violent burglary. She didn't actually pinch anything, she just lobbed absolutely every stationary item up into the air so it looked like there had been a whole team of burglars.

"Aha. I've got you now, you filthy little robber" I smugly announced as I pulled the stable door over.

Well we had a fine time then running round that big bedroom Dotty and I, we were living the dream as she demonstrated that a large stable is no impediment to avoid being captured. 

They are in the field now (finally). I plan to bring them in in head collars later once I've treated the carpet burns on my arse caused by sliding up and down a learning curve that's just been too steep for a whole week.



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