Cheeky? Who? Me?

I enjoyed being in my field, and after Sam bought me a lovely new rug, I felt very posh indeed!

This is what happened one day in my field...

"Ah good, you're here. There is poo in the field. This field. Right here, see??? Come along, quickly woman! Yes, yes, bring that shovel!"

1, 2, 3, ... 11, 12, 13, ... yes, yes, I think you have them all!!!

'sniff', 'sniff' ... hmmm ... well it certainly smells better...

Hmmm ... nom ... nom ... nom nom nom!!

What do I think? ...

Now I can do THIS!!!

Without getting POO on my new rug!!!

Ooooooh! Thats better!

Oh yes! VERY satisfactory!

Don't forget, this needs doing REGULARLY!

I'll soon have her trained! Muahahahahaha!!!!

Cheeky? Me? Whatever gave you that idea?!

Field Day

Once the farrier had trimmed my hooves and advised on treating my split frogs, I was allowed to go into my temporary pasture at the riding school.

The lady from the riding school lent me a rug to keep me warm and dry, and said I could use a field near the pony stables.

After grooming me, Sam led me out to the field with my new head collar and leading rope.

I had the whole field to myself!
I was so excited I didn't notice my sore feet as I bucked and galloped and rolled in glee!

Then I noticed some other horses in a field nearby, so I went to say hello.

I didn't stay clean for very long, but it didn't matter - I was a VERY happy pony!