30th August 2010

I give up! Well I don't.

I just don't understand.

Today, Charlot was his usual happy little self.

Is it me? Is it because I am ill and I give off vibes that I cannot trust him?

Is it because Daisy (eldest daughter) was in my place while I manned the camera?

What? What?

I dunno.

Jo caught him. He was harnessed up and Jo did some long-reining. Although a tad trotty, Charlot was much calmer and listening to instruction. He was far less bonkers and flighty.

So, Jo, with the help of Daisy, put the shafts of the little red cart (which we know doesn't fit) into the tugs and they led him around absolutely fine. No panic attacks and no bolting out of the shafts.

Then Charlot was led around the school with the green cart (slightly heavier and bigger and a better fit). The shafts were not put through the tugs but he could feel them against him and was pulling, with the help of Jo, if required.

The differences today:-

I was not handling him
We had a companion in the shape of a Shetland pony, Floyd in the school too
The radio was playing - Kylie and then Steps! Ugh!

I just don't know. Today was a completely new day and Charlot didn't put a hoof wrong, even lifting them up one at a time for Jo at the end.

She massaged his tense nervous bottom and we tied him up to work with Floyd.

So, Charlot knocked over the buckets to amuse himself without jumping 10 foot into the air.

Answers on a postcard.....