Grassy Munchies all!
So this morning I had a trail riding training session with Aunty Tills and our humans. I say ‘this morning’, it was pitch black when Kat dragged me out of the field, away from my Grassy Munchies (well actually it was Hay Munchies..)
I was nicely plastered in mud, sleepily having a good old munch with my pals and all of a sudden there she was, blind siding me as usual with the old Hay Cob bribery trick.
Next thing I know my mud is being removed and my tack put on. Well, some of my mud. My bum hasn’t been clean for weeks. Doesn’t she realise I’m 15 years old in human years. I’m at a sensitive time in my life when I would really like to be making a different public statement other than ‘hey, check out my new bottom mud’. Still, Kat doesn’t seem to mind and I suppose the look could even catch on.
Kat and Sara call these early rides ‘Sparrow Fart’ rides. Apparently because it’s the time the Sparrows are waking up and letting out a little ’emission’ to announce their awakening… I simply call them ‘a right pain in the muddy bum’.
Teenagers need their rest. If she continually insists on dragging me away from my sleepy munchies time like this, then she is running the risk of conflict. Just saying…
I did feel a bit of conflict rising to the surface this morning when I realised we were taking the longer route home.
I mean we’re horses for gods sake; safety, companionship and food is at home. How does it make sense to go straight past the short route home in favour of the long one? So I offered up this suggestion – well actually I just decided to stop and not move until she listened to me. She didn’t. And we had to do the longer route. Harumph!
To be honest though, I did quite enjoy today’s Sparrow Fart ride. We had a nice fast blast along a grassy track. I really couldn’t keep up with Aunty Tills. Maybe that’s why they call her The Train?
Both Kat and Sara get very giggly when we have these fast blasts. I quite like them myself. Although I did gain a few extra layers of mud that Tills spattered my way from her back feet.
Once we finally got back home I was able to top up my mud levels with a lovely roll. I have seen some horses with strange blankets on their backs and wonder how they manage without being able to participate in this wonderful pastime. I really hope Kat doesn’t put a blanket on me.
I love feeling all the elements on my extremely hairy body and being allowed to let my own amazing physiology (yea, bet you didn’t know horses knew words like that did you!!) regulate my body temperature.
And, I do rather like to see Kat huffing and puffing over trying to de-mud me. Although I think she’s given up with my bum.
Until next time – Happy Grassy Munchies