Grassy Munchies All.
I’ve not been myself this week, so Kat asked someone called Vet to come and check me over.
We met Vet down at the Farm and she placed a round circle on different parts of my body. The circle had tubes coming out of it that went into her ears. She seemed to be listening for something. Music? Voices?
It’s a small wonder she could hear anything through my extreme hairiness but she seemed to find what she needed.
I was okay with that. Then she tried to put a small stick up my bum.
What in the blazing green grasses did she think she was doing? I did not agree to this! Horses have rights you know!
Well, as you can imagine, some serious clenching ensued. Then Kat got me with the old hay cob distraction trick. For a second my attention was drawn from the clenching to the hay cob and, of course, in went the stick.
The indignation! I have never felt so mortified – not even when my beloved belly beard was so cruelly taken from me. I tried to spit it out, but Vet had a good strong hold.
Vet and Kat seemed very approving of the stick finally reaching its intended destination. I, on the other hand, had to retreat to my ‘happy place’ until it was over.
It was dark when Vet left so I had a bed for the night at the Farm, next to Jack.
He used to live in my field and only has one eye like Echo, who he used to be good pals with. We had a good chat during my stay. He looks like me but taller and less round. Impressively hairy though, I must say.
The next morning Kat gave me my breakfast, made my bed and took me home.
She said I coped very well with my night away. Apparently, King of Cool, Murray, used to go to pieces when he had to stay at the Farm. He even put his foot through a new stable door once!
I don’t think this behaviour scored many points with Alison, the human in charge at the Farm. Hopefully, my quiet fortitude went down a bit better.
Anyway, turns out I have something called Virus and will just feel a bit out of sorts for a while.
So, now that’s official, maybe Kat will give me a holiday from our training sessions and extra treats for showing such stoic forbearance during my night away.
However, let this be said, if anyone comes within 10 foot of me again with one of those sticks, I’ll be ready. Just saying.