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Carrot Justice

I’m not very good at injustice and Waffle not having his carrot yesterday was weighing heavily on me all night. I barely slept a wink for the worry.

So this morning after breakfast, I popped down to the sheltered bit of the Shetland ponies’ field to find Waffle and his friends.

I had counted out six carrots so that would be one for Waffle….

And then one for everyone else.

They always ask so nicely.

It was very windy.

(why does Albie look so tiny next to Silver? I always thought he was never that small. Perhaps it’s their positions and therefore deceiving)

    

And then I went back round and gave Waffle an extra carrot to make up for yesterday.

I don’t think anyone noticed as luckily as no one is very good at counting.  So please don’t make me go back down there and “settle up” again.  They’ve all had carrots now and they are all happy, even Waffle.

 

Sorry Waffle

This morning was a disaster, weather-wise. I know this when I took the dogs out albeit briefly and the sky fell on our heads with hail, rain, sleet together with a cruel biting wind.  It was a miserable existence for us all and we came home very quickly.

Later, I went outside again, when the weather had calmed down taking a few old carrots with me wondering who would like to eat them. I didn’t have to look very far.

Albie, Tiddles, Newt and Silver came up immediately. But one little black Shetland pony was miles away preferring to stay on the other side of the burn.  That would be Waffle and I kept his two carrots in my pocket waiting for him to come over, but he didn’t bother.

And it was good to see that Tiddles was making good use of his rug.  That ain’t coming off until July at the earliest, in his little head.

So far and yet…. so far.  Come on Waffle.

So I gave up and the others very happily ate Waffle’s carrots.

Sorry Waffle, I owe you (note-to-self remind Floss to tell Waffle that he’s had two carrots for breakfast).

My Obsession

As some of you may already know, I like to obsess.

My current obsession is rugs.  Today we swapped all the Shetland ponies’ (Vitamin, Fivla and Tiddles) rugs for dry rugs and I thought to myself that if I hadn’t got Floss with me, it would’ve been very hard work.  The ponies’ rugs were wet through and I don’t like that. So much for waterproof.

Meanwhile all the Icelandics were totally dry underneath their rugs. They are wearing very expensive Rambo high neck 0g turnout rugs.

My back is not getting better. In fact, I can now add brachyalgia (arm “sciatica”) to my list.  I need my life to be easier. I can’t keep nipping out to change rugs because the old horses/ponies and Tiddles are soaked through.  I need to know that the rugs they have on are keeping them 100% dry so they can keep warm and I won’t worry.

I told this to Tiddles and he agreed.

Tiddles is good with rugs.  He does his very best and  I honestly think it is the way forward for him in winter – he has equine metabolic syndrome. Think Type II diabetes.

(and there’s nothing wrong with Newt, though he would love a “dressing gown”)

Pretty please (sorry, no my little fat boy).

Tiddles’ rug is not ideal – I like high necks too.  Tiddles gets wet shoulders.

A high neck allows for freedom and just that extra bit of protection.  I am not a fan of full necks.

So I costed the rugs I want to buy for Fivla, Vitamin and Tiddles and it came to over £1,000 (two rugs each – 0g and 100g high neck Rambo).

And the thing is, and I know this sounds awful but realistic, but what if Fivla and Vitamin don’t make it to winter – they are very, very ancient……. and every day is extra.

Feeling a little sick and wondering what to do, I went into my shed and made another sheep.