I’m just bursting with love and life at the moment.
My hay fever has gone so I can breathe easily again and I love my new field almost as much as my new friend, Jack.
I’ve never loved like this before. It’s literally knocked me off my hooves, giving me a lust for life – and Jack – I didn’t think possible.
Unfortunately, I think my all consuming zest and zeal was partly responsible for the little incident that blotted my fetlock with Kat today on our training session.
I was skipping along the road in high spirits when a herd of cows decided to chase us in the adjacent field.
So I did what any high spirited, loved up, hairy Cob would do and took off – at high speed – using all my new found oomph to flee the killer cows and save us all.
Once I realised Tills was calmly walking some distance behind me (she may have also been tutting, but I can’t be sure) and Kat seemed more concerned about my speed than the cows, I stopped running – and started feeling slightly foolish.
Thankfully, a strange incident later on with Tills took the focus off my folly.
In the woods Tills decided to jump over a pool of water. Quite sensibly as we couldn’t see the bottom so naturally assumed it was 20 horses deep and full of hungry crocodiles.
Tills cleared the pool fabulously taking herself and her human, Sara, safely to the other side. I was so impressed!
However, at this point Sara did something very strange. Instead of congratulating Tills on her fabulous leap of courage, she flopped off Tilly’s back and had a lie down on the ground for a few minutes. Maybe she was tired after all the antics?
Tills did the sensible thing and took the opportunity for some grassy munchies while Sara had her little rest.
Once we were back at the field I told Jack all about it. He gave me a peck on my muzzle, told me not to worry and said I was very brave trying to save everyone from the killer cows.
We both agreed that humans can be very strange before we settled down to the serious business of grassy munchies. Together.