Well, he finally did it!
Today, Charlot ran away.
Jo came round with Charlot's mended rug. It has been snowing a lot and we were both worrying that he would be suffering so we intended to catch him and put the rug on. He started by pratting about and refusing to be caught in his field, hiding behind friends. Jo opened the field gate and I herded him out through the gate into the enclosed yard where we intended to herd him into the indoor school. Well, we thought it was enclosed, the yard gate to the hill track had been left open by mistake and Charlot took one look, kicked up his heels, and ran away down the track into the distance bucking and farting feeling very pleased with himself.
Jo rushed after him in her car and apparently Charlot had turned right onto the road leading through the open hill and was happily going a fair pace with absolutely no intention of being caught or coming home.
This was until he met a large yellow snow-plough coming in the opposite direction. Jo reversed her car to block the cattle grid and Charlot took one look at the snow-plough monster and then Jo's car and decided his best option was to go home as fast as he could! I blocked off any thoughts of going past our gate and galloping into more hill.
After Charlot's little escapade, he allowed him self to be caught with a carrot and we put his rug back on and he was returned to his field, where no doubt he told everyone of his exploits. Little bastard!
