Bathing the BIG Marey :)

Bless Old Mayfly, living out in the field gradually growing fatter and fatter.

The Grazing muzzle has been well and truly banned as she is such a stubborn madame she simply refuses to eat or move when it is on!
The field shelter has arrived now, however Mayfly also refuses to go into that unless the weather is thoroughly horrendous. At least it is there for her if she does ever give in, and wonder on in there, especially in this heat as the horse flies are out in fighting attack at the moment.

So she was shouting her head off at me with anger that I have been apparently ignoring her recently so I decided to bring her in and give her a nice long bath as she is all greasy and dirty. I think she enjoyed it a lot, so much so that when I turned her out she went for a lovely roll...how kind of her! Grrrr. lol

Her arthritis doesn't seem to be causing her any problems when tea is involved, the gate gets opened and she comes storming up to the yard on her own, goes straight through to the feed bins and shouts as if she wants to help make her tea as we humans are obviously too slow for her. She is soo funny :D

Sleeepy wet marey..... hahaa

Pure Anger from the FAT One!

This sums up Mayfly's reaction to the one and only dreaded MUZZLE!

The conclusion was that if she was aloud to continue stuffing herself full of grass she would actually lead herself to death! There is barely any grass out there at the moment so just imagine what size she will be once the grass properly starts to come through.

So the muzzle was the only option. We had been contemplating it for a while, but we knew all too well what her reaction would be. Pure anger and hate. We guessed right. I turned her out with it on and she spun round and stood staring at me as if to say "funny joke, now get it off!" When she realised that wasn't happening she went for the approach of trying to get me to feel sorry for her. She stood at the gate for hours refusing to eat and generally sulking! oh and how can I forget her snorting and puffing as if she couldn't breathe, I am not falling for as I know that the ponies cope perfectly fine with it so for once the spoilt madame is not going to be getting things her way!

Although I do think that give it a few more days and I reckon she'll of got it off, and I'll find it in pieces smashed up around the field! hahaa.