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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