Once, or even twice, a year, I brush the Minions.
They are not helpful and they don’t like it but needs must.
Tiddles was first and he had one of his meltdowns about his ears or forelock being brushed. I managed to convince him that, despite what he thought, no one had actually died having their forelock brushed. Grudgingly, Tiddles gave in. He is now sporting a very fetching froufrou forelock.
I brushed everyone’s manes, tails, bellies and legs.
I think my little boys looked beautiful in the Spring sunshine.
Someone told me a pony should have an “apple bottom”. Storm has a lovely one.
His front end is not bad either (I think this was taken before I took the brush to him – Storm likes to wear his food so is a bit crunchy around the ears).
Talking of sheep…… (I know, isn’t Lambie the very definition of perfection?)
I found Silver talking to ‘Ster while he was waiting for his turn to be brushed.
‘Ster could run off if he wanted but he likes the ponies and enjoys playing their games, even the chewing-his-horns game. At one stage, he was being chased round the school by Storm. Both were giggling and ‘Ster was bouncing.
Spring is finally putting in an appearance. I know this because everyone (even Iacs after a little persuasion) left the Temple of the Bale (all hail) and went down to the bottom field to eat grass.
Happy days x