Allow me to introduce my stable mate. I say stable but in my opinion he is far from stable!
Quite unstable at times, on his hooves, is our Thoroughbred "Little Dude"!
Little Dude is a Thoroughbred horse and is only a mere three years old. He is by all accounts going to make a very good race horse given time. His blood line I have heard my owner say to her husband is very very good. His mum and dad apparently are top notch racers so he should, should turn out to be good!?!
Let me tell you just how it is to live next door to this, this, buffoon of a horse!
As you can tell I am not too impressed by this example that lives next door to me. Not only do we live right next door to each other we even have to share our field time together.
His stable, Oh my his stable!!! I do not know how my owner and her husband put up with it!?!
I watch him through the crack in the stable wall. His feeding technique is not quite right. He receives his feed like the rest of us in a haynet and one bucket for the good grub. His hay arrives in the net, he then tugs the hay from the net with his mouth. So far so good. Then somehow the hay fails to arrive in his stomach as most of it falls from his mouth to the floor where his hooves trample it into the wood shavings of his bed! How he achieves this I fail to understand. All hay in my mouth gets to my stomach. Full stop!
As for his good grub. Well this amazes me every day. I can hear the buffoon and this is what I see.
I see his bucket get the food. His bucket hangs on the door. I see his big head enter the bucket at some quick speed. More a blur of a motion. He then swizzles his head around at some speed once again. Then his head fly's up from the bucket and feed is sprayed everywhere! Seriously there is feed being sprayed from one side of the stable to the next... I give up I really do. He then looks at me looking at him, sorts of smiles at me and this therefore means there is more feed falling from his mouth. I turn away not impressed.
I would like to point out here that my owner and husband look after us very well. They feed us consistently throughout the day. They water us throughout the day and they muck us out consistently every day, and skip us out twice daily. However the Dude, the Dude, he has no idea of how to help himself keep his own bed clean. He appears not to have one spot to do his poo in. He goes everywhere without a care. His bed uses up to three times as much bedding each and every day. I of course am very clean and know where to go.
Lastly our field time. When I step forth from my stable onto the yard, I do gracefully and with pride in my stride. The other horses and ponies look at me with a hint of jealousy in their eyes because of the way I carry myself and of course my amazing good looks. Then they take note of Little Dude who comes lolloping behind me. He reminds me of a banana. He does not carry himself gracefully at all. He will just stop for no reason. Refuse to move and just stand there looking at me looking at him with my owner standing too looking at him, until he finally decides he has had enough just standing there and begins moving again. In the field he follows me everywhere and whinnies every time I move away.
Please Lord help the Dude become more equine before too long. Thanks Saffy the Pony xx
Quite unstable at times, on his hooves, is our Thoroughbred "Little Dude"!
Little Dude is a Thoroughbred horse and is only a mere three years old. He is by all accounts going to make a very good race horse given time. His blood line I have heard my owner say to her husband is very very good. His mum and dad apparently are top notch racers so he should, should turn out to be good!?!
Let me tell you just how it is to live next door to this, this, buffoon of a horse!
As you can tell I am not too impressed by this example that lives next door to me. Not only do we live right next door to each other we even have to share our field time together.
His stable, Oh my his stable!!! I do not know how my owner and her husband put up with it!?!
I watch him through the crack in the stable wall. His feeding technique is not quite right. He receives his feed like the rest of us in a haynet and one bucket for the good grub. His hay arrives in the net, he then tugs the hay from the net with his mouth. So far so good. Then somehow the hay fails to arrive in his stomach as most of it falls from his mouth to the floor where his hooves trample it into the wood shavings of his bed! How he achieves this I fail to understand. All hay in my mouth gets to my stomach. Full stop!
As for his good grub. Well this amazes me every day. I can hear the buffoon and this is what I see.
I see his bucket get the food. His bucket hangs on the door. I see his big head enter the bucket at some quick speed. More a blur of a motion. He then swizzles his head around at some speed once again. Then his head fly's up from the bucket and feed is sprayed everywhere! Seriously there is feed being sprayed from one side of the stable to the next... I give up I really do. He then looks at me looking at him, sorts of smiles at me and this therefore means there is more feed falling from his mouth. I turn away not impressed.
I would like to point out here that my owner and husband look after us very well. They feed us consistently throughout the day. They water us throughout the day and they muck us out consistently every day, and skip us out twice daily. However the Dude, the Dude, he has no idea of how to help himself keep his own bed clean. He appears not to have one spot to do his poo in. He goes everywhere without a care. His bed uses up to three times as much bedding each and every day. I of course am very clean and know where to go.
Please Lord help the Dude become more equine before too long. Thanks Saffy the Pony xx
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