May | 2020 | Trials of a Trail Riding Horse

For the first time in a long time I saw Tills today. We’d been kept apart because of the human loo roll crisis.

Apparently Sara and Kat weren’t allowed to see each other because they weren’t from the same herd.

Good thing if you ask me. All kinds of plans get plotted when they’re together. Usually focused around the toil and strife of me and Tills.

It was great to see Aunty Tills; I’d missed her! And, wow, did she look good! All buffed and silky shiny.

I was in complete awe and immediately wanted to know how she’d achieved this classy, chic girl about the field look.

Tills said her human, Sara, had Tresemmed her. Well, I have no idea what that is, but I want some. The idea of my abundance of tangled locks being so silky smooth and lustrous is just super.

Here’s Tilly’s Tresemmed tail. Look at that bounce!

Here I am admiring her.

I wonder if Kat would do this for me?

I did enjoy a fun half hour this morning letting her run round after me before I allowed myself to be caught. Perhaps I need to reconsider this kind of behaviour if I want to be Tresemmed like Tills…?

Anyway, seeing Tills, plus an abundance of roadside Dandelions, made our session today just about bearable.

Tills is very adept at being able to grab and munch on the go and she certainly came off many more Dandelions the happier than me today. I just seem to grab mouthfuls of fresh air instead…

As you can see below however, I took full advantage of an ‘official’ grab and munch stop.

UPDATE: Since writing the above, Kat has Tresemmed my tail!!! Check me out below.

I was very pleased until she said it was a good job my tail was so voluminous as my bum would look monstrous otherwise.

Can someone find me a new human please?

Until next time.

GMFN

Three words. Sweet Spring Grass.

It’s my favourite time of year – no cold, no flies, just an endless sugar hit.

Not only does it taste mouth-wateringly amazing but, after a long hard Winter, every bit of my physiology is shouting ‘eat up all this goodness and don’t stop for anything – especially your human!’

Who am I to ignore such a direct instruction from Mother Nature?

Attempting to entice me away from this feast to embark on any amount of toil and effort for human entertainment is simply absurd.

Despite this, Kat is insisting we carry on with our training schedule – unfortunately these have now resumed after the welcome break due to the human loo roll crisis.

She says that I need to go back to work because my Winter field of Broccoli has turned into a Spring field of Haribo and it’s making me too round and too naughty.

I have no idea what she’s on about. Although, I did bite her bum the other day – right cheek to be precise.

If I’m going to be dragged away from my so called ‘Haribo field’ and asked to flout a direct instruction from Nature herself, then I need to be asked politely. Several times. Probably over the course of about 20 minutes. Or maybe 30. Depending on what day of the week it is of course. With the proviso that I may still just refuse.

Kat, however, is showing an exasperating amount of determination and patience. She loiters about, trailing after me and being so irritatingly persistent that I am completely put off my feasting. Often, I have to let her catch me, simply to stop the persecution.

This is an example of her harrassment.