Gurning and Goggles

Sadly the saddler cannot come until tomorrow, which is a shame. The farrier cannot come until a week on Thursday, which is even worse! So Fraser still has three wheels on his wagon and not a stitch of his own to wear. Apart from a rather natty purple and turquoise headcollar. Hmmm... Well, I like it! He can borrow one of Toffee's Old Mac boots if the saddler finds him a saddle. Toffee may have met her match when it comes to pre-meal gurning and gnashing - she pulled one too many faces at Fraser last night and he nipped her nose! This morning the wooden wall between their stable is beginning to look a bit...war-torn. If this carries on, we shall have to protect it with something while they sort themselves out. Or build a dividing fortification.

Anyway, Nina hacked Toffee on her own this morning, and she was a different horse. Well sadly not really *ducks*, but much more relaxed and back to her old self. Phew! Fraser got a bit worked up in her absence (as expected), but hopefully his anxiety will settle once he has been here for a while, and realises she will eventually come back. I do think it was a long half hour for him though!

The main drawback to owning a horse who is a) clearly actually 18hh and b) loyally committed to rolling in the mud, is a condition called mud-in-your-eye. Thus, from now on Mac and I can be seen sporting very natty ski goggles at grooming time! Fraser pretends we are not with him...