One... two... three...?
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♥Feb. 13th, 2015 // 06:30 pm♥
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Something has changed in the field:
Meet a rather muddy Bugsy:
He came this morning, so that we could try him in a nice school, and went much more nicely once he'd settled down (OMG, I'm in a horse box! OMG, I'm in a strange place! OMG, the other horses are staring at me! OMG, it's windy! OMG, OMG!), so we kept him.
He spent the afternoon out in the field, in a bit that we'd sectioned off to keep him away from the boys (just in case he's brought anything nasty with him), and was quite happily munching away, then he came in in a manner that certain other horses who live around here would do well to study, went into his stable and tucked straight into his hay. He did eventually notice his hard food after I waved it at him, and he polished that (plus wormer) off quite happily.
He's currently wearing various layers of Baby's rugs, which almost fit him (this bemuses me: I thought he'd be much closer to GB in size, as his build is fairly similar, but actually he needs a bigger rug than Baby does!). I may have spent quite a lot online buying him new rugs this afternoon; fingers crossed we don't get a cold snap before they arrive.
I'm sure that we can all imagine how ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif) vgrumpybastard feels about it all. (Actually, in all seriousness, Jo's a bit quiet too. However, that may have more to do with the bollocking that she got in the woods this afternoon when she spent a good five minutes chasing a fox and not coming back when told to; I think that the fox was quite enjoying itself, because it just ran in circles rather than trying to actually get away.) |
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