Pat's Pony ~ Update .....

 " Pat's Pony ". Sounds bad, that! Like I'm announcing that my mate, Pat, is shit! Hell, no! Just thought I'd bring " Pony " back into the loop here. Because he's becoming quite a feature, with me.

 Last time I wrote about Pony, see, I didn't even know where he was. Pat has land down behind his bungalow. I don't go there. I don't like sniffing around behind his house. Just doesn't seem right. Wife and kids 'n all. 

 Anyway, the other day I'm in Pat's farm yard and think to ask him; " Where is Pony? " Thinking of those mysterious meadows, tucked away behind the home place there.

 Only, to my astonishment, Pat' shoots the bolt on a low door at the end of his 1904 cow shed! There's Pony! Poor fucker! He's in a two cow bay. No view of the outside world. Hole in the wall showing the furry flank of a tethered cow, next door.

 Effectively? A fucking Dungeon! And Pony's doing Solitary. He's got a rubber mat in each bay. Both piled with mouldering shit. No water. No current food. No salt lick. Fuck all.

 Worst of all? I've stepped in there and he's nearly gone ballistic. Poor creature's a complete fucking wreck. He didn't seem to recognise me and was half hysterical at my presence. Right There: This was gonna fucking stop!

 Now, Pat has a cow laying down, right now. She's in calf, far as I can make out. I've no idea why she's laying down. But, Pat paid £50 for someone to bring an inflatable balloon thing and blow it up beneath her.

 That got her to feel her feet on the ground for an hour. Supposedly made her feel a bit better? I wouldn't know. I know shit about cowz. Know next to shit about horses, come to that. But, I have an inborn affinity with Dogs. And now, it seems, horses touch me too. 

 Back to Pony. I just wanted to indicate that Pat is Far from some ogre. He too loves his creatures. He's simply clueless about horses. He's never, in years, been able to get near Pony without simply herding the poor creature from A to B. Or calling me, to lead him.

 I gently bid Pat get the fuck out of Pony's dungeon, while I got to work on Pony's head.

 Twenty minutes later, I beckoned Pat in there and gave him some pointers. Another Ten minutes and Pony was, all be it tentatively, eating out of Pat's hand :-)

 I'll leave it there, for now.  I could go on all night here. I just wanted to make it clear that Pat, genuinely, cares for his creatures. He just hasn't ~ yet ~ twigged how bovines and equines differ. 

 Don't worry though. Pony is now being cleaned out, daily. Gets a basket of hay to amuse himself with. Fed loads of proper, horsey treat 'biscuits' and is generally 'communed with' by someone, every day now.

 The Inner Pony is being taken in hand. Get that up and running. Then I'll have to turn my attention to the Outer Pony. His coat's in a shit state. His feet?!? Let's not even go there .......... yet.