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| "Who's the Daddy ? Oh, not me then" |
Sadly, in the football league order of Equine In Chargeness if Sid is the Premier League Carly is the Screwfix Northern Alliance Division 3. Even little Ptracci puts him in his place. He tries to assert himself ,bless him, he will nip any horse that is being held or ridden i.e can't get back at him. He also hides behind H if he is threatened as he knows that she will protect him and punish the aggressor. However when she is not there the pecking order has no one lower, but he still hopes and yesterday he found someone to chase. Hoorah.
The recent windy weather has caused a few branches to fall off the trees in the big field so I went down there to pick up some for firewood. As DJ was investigating the magic well of Hopton Cangeford and imbibing it's magic powers, (it looked like a muddy puddle to you and me) , hoping that she would soon recapture her magic romping powers, I took Ari with me.
The first problem to be overcome was getting Ari through the mud, which he hates owing to the shortness of his legs. As I had a wheelbarrow with me the solution soon presented itself...
On arrival in the field he leapt out and proceeded to scamper around looking for Imperial Hirelings and Trotskyite Jackals to root out. Carly was looking on playing the part of Good King Wenceslas when he saw an opportunity to boss someone himself at last. He shot off down the hill giving the startled Scottie a good seeing off. Rather like the famous internet clip where the dog chased the deer I was shouting "Carly, leave him Carly.. Benton ...oh JC". Fortunately Ari is pretty quick on his paws and tragedy was averted as he swerved, ducked and dived out of the way. Carly, having shown all the onlookers who was the Master trotted proudly back to his gang looking pretty pleased with himself.
They looked less than impressed. " It was a small dog" was the consensus opinion relayed to the crestfallen grey.
