In which George remembers he is a horse. Redux!
I wasn't going to go up to the yard yesterday as George was on full livery and I had worked a loooong shift. But when word reached me about Caffrey (colic horse) I just felt the need to go and cuddle my boy.
So I went up to see him, only to be confronted with a mud-coloured horse.
Yes, George has had his first roll since last October. He's not a horse that rolls a lot. Conditions have to be perfect. Yesterday apparently they were!
He made me smile at a time when I didn't feel much like smiling. He had mud round his eyes, in his ears, clotted in his mane.....in fact every where his rug didn't reach. When I took his rug off it looked like he was still wearing one. So I got to work with his grooming stone and 40 minutes later he was shiny and clean again.
He was pretty proud of himself I can tell you!
I love that horse so much it sometimes scares me.
So I went up to see him, only to be confronted with a mud-coloured horse.
Yes, George has had his first roll since last October. He's not a horse that rolls a lot. Conditions have to be perfect. Yesterday apparently they were!
He made me smile at a time when I didn't feel much like smiling. He had mud round his eyes, in his ears, clotted in his mane.....in fact every where his rug didn't reach. When I took his rug off it looked like he was still wearing one. So I got to work with his grooming stone and 40 minutes later he was shiny and clean again.
He was pretty proud of himself I can tell you!
I love that horse so much it sometimes scares me.