Today H loaded him into the trailer, or Carly's conveyance as it is known, to go off for a ride around Nordy Bank Iron age Hillfort, which is about five miles from here. With a nice net of haylage to keep him occupied on his journey he was looking forward to another fun day out. When they arrived he dismounted and looked around to see who had come to see him and go and have fun. No one, nada, not a soul. he couldn't believe it. As he later said to Rocky, "There is only one Billy No mates and it isn't me"
Although his breeding was for showing we did think about racing him once. "Pah ha ha ha ". Sorry, that was Kavi showing his thoughts on that idea. As much as I love racing I'm not sure that it would be ideal for our equines. Carly would enjoy going around the parade ring whilst everyone said how lovely he was. When his jockey was up he would do his lovely extended trot down to the start before standing stock still watching all the other horses tearing off saying "Well done, good show, now where are my polo mints?" before cantering grandly back to his stable for a hard earned snack whilst congratulating himself on another job well done .
This would be seen as a great success compared with what would happen if, God forbid, Rooster was entered. First off he would have the crowd lined up in straight lines. He would be wringing his head and getting in a right state. When he went to see the first fence that would be it. He would have it coned off straight away as a trip hazard, he would herd all the horses behind the starting line until he was happy for them to leave , which would only be when all the hazards had been removed
Finally tomorrow is the Betfair chase at Haydock, I don't know who will win but one thing's for sure none of them will be able to hold a candle to King Kauto.
