Borrowed this from The Scottish and Northern Equestrian Magazine

 This struck a cord

Ten Commandments for Horses
  1. My life is likely to last 20 or more years. Any separation from you will be painful for me. Remember that before you take me home.
  2. Give me time to understand what you want from me.
  3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial to my well being.
  4. Don't be angry with me for long. Don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your entertainment and your friends. I have only you...
  5. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when it is speaking to me.
  6. Be aware that however you treat me, I'll never forget it.
  7. Remember before you hit me that I am powerful enough to hurt you, but choose not to.
  8. Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I have a problem that you are not yet aware of.
  9. Take care of me when I am old. You too will be old one day.
  10. Go with me on the last journey. Never say "I can't bear to watch or Let it happen in my absence." Everything is easier for me if you are there...

Chinese Cuisine

Flint was very naughty and ate the “left-overs” meant for the dog (Sally). Thank goodness it was a vegetarian meal.

This is ridiculous!

Why's she getting so cross?

I can do what I want.

She's not my boss!

Well, maybe she is, but I'll have my own way.

This clever pony needs more than a boring hay-net of hay.

She eats Chinese food and shares with that mutt.

Meanwhile there's rumbling and grumbling going on in my gut.

The meal they are sharing smells so divine.

Indeed, it smells so much better; better than mine.

Those bamboo shoots are some foreign cuisine.

These grapes are so “last year” and carrots “has been”!

When no one was looking and Two-legs had gone,

I took advantage of the situation and now look what I've done!

I munched on some bean sprouts and a carrot or two.

The water chestnuts were tasteless, but what could I do?

They were all mixed together, cooked in one pot.

I asked Sally for share and I ate the lot!

Pilfering Dogs and Warhorse

There are two big black labradors staying here for a while. A “small while”, I am assured. (Thank Pegasus!).

Proof of Carrot Theft

Let me introduce Dumb and Dumber; well that's what I call them. Too bouncy, too barky and too interested in eating my carrots! I've never met a dog before who eats raw carrots and I'm not too keen on meeting any more veggie loving dogs. Where would a poor pony be without a few carrots to look forward to in his evening feed? There are few enough carrots in this place without some dog waltzing in and diminishing one's meagre ration.

The Farrier was here yesterday trimming my hooves and providing me with a grand pair of shoes to traipse the roads. I'm being slowly reintroduced to the “big road”: The big road with all the huffing and puffing lorries and fast, rude cars.

Wanted: Dumb (AKA Milo) Carrot Pilfering

No doubt I'll be expected to be brave and soldier on. I know the rules: Listen to Two-legs and keep to the side of the road. I think that I would make a good soldier. I am brave. I am faithful. I am a follower. I can lead out in front when asked and I am calm; even when all around me those mad dogs are stealing my carrots and barking (at the very spooky cats). An army marches on its' stomach, which means I'd be well fed and watered. Perhaps I shall leave semi-retirement and join the Household Calvary. Perhaps not. I will leave that to Joey; the Warhorse. He's a fine animal. It's a fine story and Two-legs is in a fine looking mess reading it.