Divided and Discombobulated

Our little herd has been divided. Aunty Tills has been taken from us and put in a tiny field on her own.

I can see her. I can hear her. But I can’t touch her.  It’s all rather discombobulating. 

The only benefit to this enforced separation is that I’ve got Jack all to myself.  This has been nice, but between you and me the honeymoon period might be over…

He’s only really interested in one thing

He’s not a patch on Tills in the grooming department and he’s a bit of a wussy when it comes to rain.  I think this is where my ample rear becomes dual purpose; easy on the eyes and an effective weather shield.

Tills was taken away from us because something called Laminitis made her hooves painful.  Kat said this was because the Autumn grass was too much and too sweet because the weather is too wet and too warm.   

My first reaction was ‘what exactly is the issue here?’  More sweet lush grassy munchies for all; hurrah, in we go!

But, if I’m honest, it didn’t feel quite right to have Springtime grassy munchies in Autumn.  And, it certainly wasn’t right that our lovely Tills had to pay such a high price for the pleasure. 

Our Aunty Tills with poorly hooves

Both Jack and I can feel Tilly’s focus changing from pain to impatience at not being with us, so she must be feeling a bit better!  I have shouted across the fields that we’ll be reunited soon but I haven’t shared the alarming truth of grassy munchies.

To be honest, I’m still trying to process the fact that my greatest pleasure has caused harm to my greatest friend. Kat said if it makes it easier for me I can blame humans, entirely. 

I have. It does.  

Safe GMFN 


Demon Dentist

I was subjected to the most shocking treatment recently. 

On the day in question, Kat came and fetched me from my field – usual enough.  Then she dumped me in a stable – unusual and something definitely a hoof.

Of course I was right.  We horses are, after all, gifted with at least 50 senses and not the 6 primitive humans have to make do with.

A human called Dentist then arrived and immediately got my forelock up as she thought I was a ‘he’.  What is it with these humans called Vet and Dentist, don’t they know a bodacious babe when they see one?

I was just launching my objections about this unforgivable error of judgement, when that all too familiar sharp stab came in my neck, followed by that all too familiar feeling of needing to sleep.  Urgently..  

This is when things got a bit blurry.  It felt like a big metal contraption was put over my head, my mouth cranked open as wide as possible and my (very heavy) head flopped onto a smooth, flat small tree. 

Dentist then transformed into some kind of blinding light demon with long metal sticks for arms that were loudly grinding away at my teeth! In the holy name of Pegasus and all that’s green, this couldn’t be real, I must be dreaming!

Apparently not!

Kat told me it was necessary for me to have the Demon Dentist so my teeth and mouth didn’t get too sore – poppycock!  She then said having my teeth all nice and smooth meant I could eat well – mmmmmhhh.  

Then she suggested Jack might appreciate my pearly whites and they would go well with my blond bodaciousness.  Why didn’t she say! Some things are worth enduring.

She then said it was time to shake a fetlock and go back to the field.  Give me a minute I said; I can’t move. Plus, I’d quite like to straighten myself up a bit before Jack sees me…


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