Sundays Nudity! Western Style

Sunday

We went off for a short hack this morning. Well, I say this morning. It was more like the middle of the day. Not that a poor pony, with no watch, would know if it was the afternoon because Two-legs collected me from the field in her pajamas. I didn’t know where to put myself in front of the herd. AND she calls me a disgrace! Sure she hadn’t even the decency to comb that short mane of hers. Audrey sniggered at the sight of her and Zabie (my true friend) felt for me.  Not content with disgracing me in front of the herd, Two-legs offered Zabie one of my grapes and the blighter took it and then, realizing his error stopped chewing, glanced at my wicked face and promptly spat it out. He said it felt funny in his mouth. Hmph!

I very nearly didn’t take the grape she offered me!

I was glad that I chose not to huff. Two-legs took me into the stable and gave me a bit of a brushing. Obviously there was a bucket to empty, so I stood quite still and concentrated on diminishing its contents while she brushed the dirt out of my winter coat. She takes great delight brushing me and in admiring my feathers.

Taffy (and Jill) joined us for the hack, but poor Taffy came in the nude. No saddle! It was something to do with the saddle being too heavy for his Two-legs.  I wonder does she think she has to put it on herself. Surely not!  If Taffy would just stop pretending to be a Cow horse, with that Western Saddle, there would be no trouble with his Tack and who should wear it. He didn’t care that he was out with no saddle. He said it felt nice a free and nothing pinched. He told me that he was playing with the idea of throwing his Two-legs onto the ground. Played with it. Didn’t do it.  He’s fond of his Two-legs. I’ve played with the idea myself a few times. Only if someone I’m not used to gets on my back and thinks that they can make an old Cob move a bit quicker.  I’d never really try to put a Two-legs off. Just a quick buck or two to remind them to have manners with the Bit. I certainly would never do it to a Whaa. I live by The Code. They are only wee and they need looking after, those Whaas.

Anyway, our Two-legs did the usual thing and talked a lot and forgot that they were riding.  I hoped my Two-legs wouldn’t notice when I turned around and headed for home. She did, so I didn’t. I was made to walk on.  Sally, the old collie, followed us. She’s getting on a bit, but she kept up with our pace and trotted along behind us. She even made those awful black sheep stay away from Taffy and me. I don’t mind the white sheep. It’s the black ones you have to watch. Apparently every family has one and they’re bad news. There’s a tip for you. Keep an eye out for Black sheep.