As no party would be complete without my presence, I was invited to the Halloween Gymkhana. Alas, I wasn't to compete, but to be seen and to help Her judge the Fancy Dress contest. I sported some fetching red devil horns but didn't win a prize, probably because they had gone a bit droopy by the time I got there. I did manage to seize an apple from an admirer though. She duly selected the winning combination, grabbed a couple of sherbert lollies and then ran away before any of the parents could have a word about Her choices.
After my heroism at the cross country clinic, my hock has been a bit stiff again. She got the vet round once more and he gave her some powders. She tried to sneak these into my breakfast but I knew straight away that these would be bad for me and refused to eat it. She then hit upon the idea of mixing the powders with apple juice and squirting them down my throat. I took a dim view of that but She was undeterred. Well, I knew no good would come of it and today my face was all swollen. She was mortified and called the vet again. He arrived bristling with needles and syringes and I was very brave. She swore that She will never try to force feed me with drugs ever again, but this is no consolation when you look like you have the mumps.
To make Her feel bad I wore my most sad and pathetic expression, which also elicted a lot of sympathy from Posy.
Meanwhile, She has gone indoors, crying, but it may also have something to do with the vet's bills.
Fortunately, Hanuman is very healthy since he has coated himself in a protective layer of mud.
Because of our collective corpulence and my allergies, She has decided that this year, instead of snuggling down on beds of shavings and munching on ad lib hay and haylage, we are to have limited haylage and straw doubling as both bedding and low calorie forage. Unluckily for Her, the wettest summer ever has meant that good straw is hard to find and expensive. After much searching, She was delighted to find some good barley straw at a local farm, although disappointed to find that the farmer also had a very firm grip on economic realities and the laws of supply and demand.
Today it all arrived on a trailer and Posy and I helped to unload it by tugging at the bales we could reach. We disturbed some small furry animals with long tails which had been hiding in the straw. They ran off and the farmers gave spirited chase and went into a well-rehearsed rat-stomping routine, nonetheless She was dismayed to see that two of the rodents managed to run away towards the house.
Finally, the barn was full and money changed hands. She was happy that at least She had actually got some good straw, and the farmers were happy to find that their surplus barley straw had turned into gold.