Tales of the Hoof

Oh la la! An interesting week. Tuesday - Farrier Day. First of all The Gaffer and The Mrs arrived much earlier than usual and The Mrs squirted some sticky stuff in our mouths and left no breakfast, no hay, nothing! In fact, Thelma got quite stroppy and started kicking the stable door in protest. Anyway, half an hour later back they came with a man in a funny apron and carrying some sort of tools.

Thelma by this time was quite dozy, and I watched over the partition as the stranger went to work on Thelma's feet. She stood very patiently as he clipped what to me seemed like great chunks off her hooves, and then filed them into shape. It didn't look a very nice operation and it was my turn next! A perfect opportunity, if you ask me, to lash out and kick the stranger into the middle of next week!!!

Somehow it didn't quite work like that. He knew exactly what he was doing and I'd had a front foot pedicure before I realised he was at it. The back legs were a different cup of tea, and I managed three good kicks (sadly missing each time) before he told The Gaffer that my back feet didn't need doing! A battle won but can I win the war?

The Farrier called me some very rude names - its odd that they think that you can't understand - and told The Mrs he hoped things would be better in two months time - Dream on.