Bloody Back's Gone, Again ....!

It's at times like this when ye Mother, or Brother will drop round, isn't it? Take care of the little things that need doing for ye. Maybe get ye a bit of grub together. Feed the Dogs. Tea and sympathy. Eh? You, maybe. My old dear's long dead and my Brother's hundreds of miles away in another country. Out here I bite the bullet and carry on as best I can. No good feeling sorry for yeself, I can assure ye.

So, aside from a small pack of 'Interesting' Dogs ~ as in; No one else could get near them or, thus me anyway. I actually have this mad donkey and my beautiful Cob mare, Rosie. Donks is daft as a brush and just looks for mischief all the time. Rosie, of course, is as gentle as a huge feather in just about everything she does.

So; I have them in the pen, obviously. Field's a swamp. And I keep their hay in a small shed in the corner. They need a bale of that hay, every day. Come what may. Without fail. I have to get it out for them then.

In I come, hobbling about like Master Po, on my staff and make for the shed. Drama enough getting the gated door open. And there's the hay. How in hell am I gonna hump a fucking bale of the stuff out of here?!

As I always say to the Dogs; " Well: It needs to be done so I'd better get on with it. Cos there's sure as hell no bugger gonna come here and do it for me! ". Into this pokey shed I clamber. Look, balefully, at these bales. Take the strain on one and start screaming!

No. Heaving on the bale wasn't so bad. I was screaming at Rosie! Dear, sweet bloody thing had decided to join me in there! Trying to help out by eating her hay in situ. So, there's me, staggering about in the half dark, with my stick going through the pallets I'm standing on. Fucking great bulk of a horse stamping about in front of me. All I could do was try to keep my balance as I screamed at her to get the fuck out of there! LMAO!

How I never got trod on, collapsed in a heap of abject agony, or just plain had a heart attack, I'll never know!

Never mind. All's well that we manage to survive in tact. They got their hay ~ all be it dumped onto the ground in their shelter. From where they're strewing it amongst the shit as I type! But, they're fed. Even tottered back down there and gave them their supper of meal ~ dosed with worming paste tonight.

Now I have a pint of my Coopers Stout in front of me. Stove's lit. Dogs are settled down for the night. I wouldn't have it any other way ..... Well; Maybe aside from the whiff emanating from poor Chain Dogs cage. No Way could I have her out on her lead today! Dash of disinfectant will sort that out, presently. At least the pressure's off her bladder now.

Maybe, when I wake up tomorrow, this back'll be a bit less sore? If not? We'll just have to get through on 'emergency measures' again.

Yep. Life can sometimes be a tad trying, out here. But, it's seldom mundane or boring!