So; I Hear Ye Selling Ye Mare ....?

  Couple of weeks ago now, Tommy the Hay Man had dropped me off a couple of round bails. I don't know how many of ye have had any more experience of these things than driving past them, in fields?

 Truth is, they're really rather big and incredibly fucking heavy! Tommy and I had somehow managed to roll the first one into my round feeder. The other's lain outside the pen, waiting till it was needed. I needed it in there today.

  That's why I'd called Pat and asked the favour of him popping down with one of his tractors, with the bail spikes on. Happily, he was shifting some bails of his own right then. He turned up within minutes to shift mine too. Bless him.

  As we were bolting together the two halves of the galvanised steel ring I feed 'The Horses' from, I heard Pat saying; " So; I hear ye selling ye mare? "

  I looked up, just in time to catch the mischievous sparkle in Pat's eye. Bastard! LOL! And I knew exactly what he was on about too.

  " Tommy can go fuck his fucking self! " I replied. " Sell my fucking Rosie?! I'd as soon sell ..... My cottage! " I said, having no kids or wife to offer as a better example. Pat made a sort of 'Oooh!' face. But, I could see he was pleased to have got the rise he was looking for.

 Turning to look Rosie over, he was more serious when he asked, " Do her give her any meal? " To which I stated, categorically, that I give them both their meal, every night. This equating, around here, about with saying ye feed ye Dog best steak.

 " Aah, she's looking in fierce fine shape though. " Breathed Pat', with obvious sincerity bordering on awe.

 And that's probably the real reason I've wrote this. To let it out a bit. Express just how bursting with pleasure I am at his words.

 See; I've had Dogs all my life. Ye can say what ye like about my Dogs. Doesn't touch me. I'm used to Dogs and handling them is second nature to me. Bloody sure mine are in good condition, mentally as well as physically. I was brought up with Dogs. I know about them.

 But, Rosie? I've had her just two years now ~ I believe it is? Never had a horse before. Never had fuck all to do with horses. Might as well have bought a Fire Engine.

 But, there's the difference, see? She's Not a machine. She's a living, breathing, thinking creature. And, as I'd always said to people, before I got her; 

 I can't stand fucking machines. Hate them. Greasy, oily, smelly, noisy. I don't understand them and wouldn't know how to do with one. Animals I can get on with.

 And, here we are. Tommy had fucking near chewed my ear off, when he brought that hay round, repeating " Will ye sell her? " like a fucking mantra. So much he was starting to get on my nerves with it.

 Now Pat' ~ another man who knows the quality of 'stock when he looks at it. I tell ye; When blokes like these look at my mare and are moved to sigh and breath such complimentary things? Makes my fucking day! Because, it lets me know I'm doing right by my creatures.

 Matters to me.