“I used to be indecisive but now I am not quite sure” – Tommy Cooper
This morning I brought Albie back to this stable because his gait is slightly pottery. Newt came too as a companion but once he was indoors, he then persecuted Albie, getting him a corner and kicking the shit out of him. I was furious and quickly split them up.
Newt went back to the field. While I left Albie with food and painkillers to eat, I went and got Waffle instead.
Waffle said he would be kind. Newt obviously had the devil in him.
I could see that no one was really eating anything – soaked hay and soaked fibre block.
So I spent time brushing and chatting to them.
It was easy to see they weren’t happy inside.
This afternoon, I spoke to Daisy and we decided to go for the middle ground – put them both back out in the field but Albie should have daily painkillers. Obviously, I am obsessed with colic and not eating is the quickest route to this. The field is not rich in grass – more old fibrous stuff – so we will see how Albie gets on. He desperately needs his hooves trimming and I am hoping his bad gait is due to this more than anything else. I noticed when I led him over that he was not slow or refusing to walk, which makes me think that a trim will sort him out.
So that’s what I did as the sun was setting. Led them back to the field.
Instantly Waffle and Albie cheered up and started eating.
And I am still not talking to Newt.