I blame Ben. Are you listening, Ben? :p I know we didn’t actually specify at the time, but we had hoped that the horse we got to keep Toffee company could be left alone. For a few minutes, at least. It seems this is not the case with the lovely Fraser. His leg is healing well, and the vet said it is not necessary to keep him still so much now. So, Nina thought she’d take Toffee for a walk on Saturday evening. She scrambled on bareback (saddle is away being re-flocked) and headed out of the yard towards the field. Now bearing in mind that Toffee was never actually out of Fraser’s sight, in the ten minutes she was not actually in our field with him he did two poos, whinnied constantly and broke out in sweat. His eyes were on stalks and every single vein was standing out. Obviously, we can’t have our lovely boy so stressed (it is getting worse, and a whole month in the field together will not have helped), so we looked at our options. Calmer – not sure how this would affect him, or whether it would be effective enough. Never separating – not really practical. A third horse – not enough space, money or time. So, what did we decide on…?
Eeeeeeeek!!
I have no idea if this will do the trick...watch this space. I am slightly scared of miniature Shetlands. Actually, quite scared. A horse, yet not a horse. Something the size of a dog that can kick and bite. More info to follow, including an account of Fraser's reaction to the newcomer.
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