We made Charlot wear a coat and a handbag off his ears! This was to prove a point to a friend who said she wanted him if he could live under her stairs to carry her coats and handbags, having seen his previous exploits!
Then..... Charot had to walk over trotting poles and my coat (of which he is not keen), plus a rustly polythene dust sheet. Well, first a hissy fit and after some encouragement, he did it!
So, then we picked up a front foot or two!
We were continuously working on Charlot's feet all the time. He now lifts his fronts up fine, anticipating what you want and the backs are getting there! He still thinks about kicking but he is far less violent. He happily stood on the rustly sheet or my coat!
Ok, so the mad day continues:-
After that, we draped the rustly dust sheet over Charlot. His eyes are on stalks but he took it, looking like an embarrassed bridesmaid!
We finished by putting all the toys away with Charlot following me around and then I made a huge fuss of him, touching him all over. He flinched for a while and then gave up. There was a very nasty smell about so Jo cleaned his sheath with some anticipation of getting her lights kicked out. A vile job at the best of times, but he just stood there for 15 minutes while she mucked his bits out! Not a flicker! Funny little pony.
So I tied him up in a rather enclosed place while he watched one of the Muppets being trained. He upset the buckets, jumped and watched everything with interest!
