Horse Box Chaos!
OMG! You couldn’t make it up. Its just too funny. HWTH and another Hooman were plotting a day out. On Sunday the horsebox was brought round. Princess and Biro were washed and primped. I sneaked up to the fence pretending to rub my butt, ears flapping and eavesdropped with no guilt whatsoever.
They were planning to go trail hunting (personally I couldn’tthink of anything less attractive – all that galloping about, hoomans laughing and chatting – Ugh!)
Monday was a good spectator sport. They were rushing about looking busy and efficient. Princess having a spoilt rat moment, pawing the ground, snorting, jumping up and down – Biro a little more classy, just looking happy if a bit smug. The horsebox was packed with stuff (honestly, they are only going out for the afternoon). Hoomans, I have to admit, looked quite smart if a little formal, with skin coloured johds, shirt and ties, tweed jackets. An improvement ontheir usual scruffy attire.
Best bit to come:-
Horsebox ready in the middle of the car park, ramp down. Biro comes out and walks up the ramp, Princess comes out and walks up the ramp. Hoomans close ramp – it falls off! Oh honestly it was so funny – I was crying with mirth. I tried to trot off but I was rendered immobile, ears flapping, tail swishing but hoofs fixed to the ground with uncontrollable laughter.
Next they had to unload the rather surprised horses. Haaa –that was a poke in the eye for Princess. No day out for you –showing off to everyone.