Well, Charlot finally got Jo! He nailed her with a good whack on her shin when she tried to pick up his back hoof to trim. Little bugger!
The session started off well. I caught Charlot no problems and he led nicely and calmly away from his friends and into the shed with me. I tied him up on the big door along with a Shetland friend for moral support and they played "bite yer rope", even remaining calm when disaster appeared in the shape of an out-of-control long-reined Shetland pony who crashed into them all.
The next game involved dismantling the coiled yellow water hosepipe, standing on it and picking it up to throw at each other. Nothing phased Charlot!
So, when it was finally his turn, we decided to trim his feet which seemed to have grown alot in the last few months. The fronts were fine. A spot of dancing about but nothing too difficult. So Jo, feeling quietly confidant, picked up his back leg and Charlot instantly lamped out, thwack. We didn't rant and rave at him, we just instantly twitched him and continued without any more fuss. I think he realised that we don't back down. Feet have to be done and that is the end of it - nicely or less nicely, but they are done. End of.
So then, I chatted for a while with him, leaning on his back and stroking him. He tried to bite some harness so I backed him up for that until he apologised. He doesn't bite people, just attention seeking really.
Anyway I will put up the photos tomorrow of today's exploits including a pathetic one of Charlot's nose in a twitch. His own silly fault.
