Tuesday, 19 June 2012
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.