I got back from a lovely relaxed plod on Haakon with BeAnne walking alongside and there was Waffle waiting by the gate, asking to do something different.
Once Haakon was untacked, I left him eating his cod liver oil cunningly disguised in some hopefully not too-fattening food. Waffle would have put on his own head-collar if he could and off we caught up with OH who was doing the world’s slowest geriatric walk with Jack.
Jack loathes ponies. This failing relationship started when his head was down a rabbit hole, leaving his staffy-like bottom up in the air. Hammy asked his bottom what it was doing and Jack turned round and swore like a navvy at him. This immediately resulted in Hammy firmly escorting Jack off the premises with his nose up his arse pushing him out. Jack has never got over this indignity and from thence forth, loathed anything equine.
Once Jack had spotted Waffle through his cataracts, he went on strike for OH. So we quickly went passed him leaving them to it. So much for my romantic idea that we could’ve all gone on this dog walk together.
It was very obvious that Waffle was very happy to be in The Big Outdoors. Here was a whole new world for him.
I wonder if Waffle will tell Silver that he saw his house on his travels (Silver was bred on Foula – the island in the distance).
As were going so successfully, we went onto the road. Waffle’s eyes were on stalks and when the neighbour’s horses started shouting at him, he imagined that he was still a stallion again.
After some bouncing and a lovely trot, we grudgingly home. He loved his walk very much and it was something different for him. All good training anyway.