Well, he's allowed out of his box at last, to eat grass (see photo). Phew! And today we went for our first little walk. With halter, and me leading. Well, Titch was leading, actually, but that wasn't the plan.
Me (pulling uselessly on the lead rope): What - do'you - think - you're - doing?!
Titch: Hey! It's great to be out on the open road again. I think I'll spook at that hedge, act terrified at that motorbike, and then do a little dance, right in the middle of the road.
Which he proceeded to do, doing his OMG act, although we have been down that road scores of times before. This was proving to be an exceptionally bad idea. The motorbike kindly stopped. Everyone stopped, while Titch twirled and pranced and then tried to trap me in the hedge. I tried to get at my mobile to phone for backup, but I couldn't reach it. We did a seventeen point turn in the hedge and started back down the road, with Titch still leaping about doing his thoroughbred thing and making a spectacle of us both. We got home. Just.
Titch: Well that was fun. Can we do it again?
Me: NO! (and because revenge can be sweet, I decided to get my own back). Last night I looked up your breeding on the internet.
Titch (pleased): Good, isn't it?
Me: Yes. And do you know how much it cost for your father to sire a foal?
Titch: A lot?
Me: Yes. A lot. $25.000
Titch (smug): I thought so.
Me: Ah, but do you know how many races you won, out of sixteen?
Titch (looking awkward): I can't remember.
Me: One. Just one. One lousy race. $25,000 dollars, and all that keep, and you win just one race.
Titch: Shall we talk about something else?
I guess we're now just about even.
I love your conversations with Titch. I especially like him replying "I can't remember."
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In spite of the less than pleasant walk you had with him, I am glad that Titch is on the mend. And I suspect I am not alone in that!
ReplyDeleteHe's more than on the mend, Meike. He needs to get back to WORK! Another month to go....
DeleteIt is lovely to hear Titch is getting back to his usual self :-) x
ReplyDeleteThanks, Teresa. I must say, I'm pretty relieved, in spite of his ungrateful behaviour...
DeleteI'm really glad Titch is recovering so well and love the picture of his 'OMG act'.
ReplyDeleteProbably my fault, Joanna. I should have avoided the road first time out. Never again!
DeleteWow Titch... You really know how to play to an audience. It must be all that breeding LOL.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you took control, Frances and got your own back.
Thanks, Paula ( although not sure I took control exactly. I think I was lucky!).
DeleteOh dear, I bet you felt a bit of a twit and I expect Titch was loving all the attention. Things back to normal then!
ReplyDeleteSpot on, Maggie!
ReplyDeleteAh you've just reminded me why I have nothing to do with horses these days. The only time I ever broke a bone (apart from accidentally kicking a ciste on the landing and possibly breaking a toe) was when I fell off a horse called Churchill and, because there we were coming down off a mountain, there was nothing for me to fall on until I was stopped by some bracken way down the hillside. After hearing you broke your back falling off one I am at a loss to understand your desire to remount. Surely you could just make up the conversations with Titch.
ReplyDeleteGB, if I made up our conversations, he would never forgive me. He's a proud horse, and hates to be misrepresented. As for riding, it's a disease (and a veyr expensive one!)
ReplyDeleteWould the something else he wanted to discuss be orange and shaped like a snowman's nose?
ReplyDeleteQuite probably!
DeleteLove the antics on the road - though I'm sure you don't, Frances. Good to see Titch in fine form again!
ReplyDeleteNo more antics in the road for me until I'm on top, Rosemary!
ReplyDeleteHe's lovely, is Titch! I adore horses, although am a little nervous of them, I confess.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Biddy. I think I'm beginning to be nervous, too!
DeleteFrances, I have an award for you.
ReplyDeleteThank you very kindly, Patsy!
ReplyDeleteOh, I do love these horse diaries! Life would certainly be duller without Titch!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Gail! Someone admired him today, and compared him with Black Caviar, a very successful sprinter. He'll be quite impossible now...
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