I don’t waffle on nearly enough about Waffle. Out of them all, Waffle is my sensible little chap who I can rely on in any crisis.
He has always had a very grown-up (and beautiful) head on his shoulders.
When the first three arrived as depressed starved foals (Storm, Silver and Waffle) all those years ago (back in January 2014), it was Waffle who was easy to catch and work with so the other two followed his lead. He made life much easier and in turn taught the other two how to behave and trust me.
Now five years on, everyone is doing well. The only permanent damage, apart from obvious lack of height, is that Waffle’s the type of chap who puts on weight by just looking at food (a bit like me then). As a weaned foal, his metabolism had been forced to get the most out of every calorie. So he looks like a bit of a table now despite my best efforts.
Today Storm was being annoying. He had that look about him. You can see it. Pure wicked.
So Waffle told him.
But Storm was not giving up. It is not his nature.
And Storm probably thinks it is his job – Chief Annoyer to Waffle.
(Storm has very short legs – just sayin’)