Spirit is doing very well, he has his ups and downs and I think he will always have the odd problem. Much like a dancer would as they get on in life, the wear and tear catches up with them. Spirit may not have been a ballet dancer but I feel sure he used to dance around the circus in his own way.
His coat is lovely and shinny, he stands taller than ever, his long ‘Aladdin slipper’ front feet are now short and tidy just as they should be and he loves his new shoes. He is walking well over the concrete floor as well as in the field even managing an occasional ten minute trot with Blacky following alongside in the next field and he is always up to his old tricks:
Whilst busy mucking out Spirits stable last week, Jessica took her eyes off the cheeky boy only to then see his rear end disappearing through the adjoining door to the other stables, the duck pond and of course….. the goose feed! She went running after him with broom in hand to fend him off the feed bin but his mind was made up, he broke into a trot straight for the metal dustbin around the corner that housed the feed. He reached it in lightning time and with only two attempts, knocked the lid from the bin. The bin was half full which meant Spirit’s head, complete with muzzle, disappeared entirely into the dustbin to reach the nectar, hovering it up through the holes in his muzzle before Jessica caught up with him.
Forget the carrots to lead him on….
We just need a dustbin of goose feed!
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