Mad Cook
Master Chef
The thug (my beloved Wonder Horse) was on livery this am so I didn't go to the yard first thing. Beautiful sunny day so had a potter in the garden, did a few jobs and went to get changed for the yard. By which time it was throwing it down with rain. Don't know where it came from as one minute the sun was out and the next there was a down-pour.
Arrived at yard. Had a good go at his deep litter and put down a thick straw bed. Padded it down with the snow shovel so it was nice and firm and went to call in horse.
He usually comes to call but despite lashing rain and me yelling like a banshee so I could be heard in the next county, he completely ignored me and kept chomping the almost non-existent grass. He was half way up the hill in a sea of mud and with my crook hip I can't go and get him in case I fall. Went back to the stables and asked one of the staff to go and get him for me. Apparently she stood at the gate called his name ONCE!!!! and he came strolling down to her.
He has had a stern talking to and informed that if he does it again he'll be sausages!
He listened carefully and then walked into his stable, gave me a black look and proceeded to roll in his beautiful bed and push all the straw up the walls so I had to put it all down again.
I suspect this is my punishment for going away at Christmas and leaving him to the mercies of the stables staff and friends.
Arrived at yard. Had a good go at his deep litter and put down a thick straw bed. Padded it down with the snow shovel so it was nice and firm and went to call in horse.
He usually comes to call but despite lashing rain and me yelling like a banshee so I could be heard in the next county, he completely ignored me and kept chomping the almost non-existent grass. He was half way up the hill in a sea of mud and with my crook hip I can't go and get him in case I fall. Went back to the stables and asked one of the staff to go and get him for me. Apparently she stood at the gate called his name ONCE!!!! and he came strolling down to her.
He has had a stern talking to and informed that if he does it again he'll be sausages!
He listened carefully and then walked into his stable, gave me a black look and proceeded to roll in his beautiful bed and push all the straw up the walls so I had to put it all down again.
I suspect this is my punishment for going away at Christmas and leaving him to the mercies of the stables staff and friends.