Miss was very impatient on Sunday:
It’s really no fault of her own. She still has not accepted that there is one day of the week that she is not turned out onto grass, and sometimes I can’t make it out there more than once. So when she goes from her stall to the crossties rather than from her stall to outside, she acts like a giant, impatient toddler that is bored immediately and constantly.
Then there was this photo, sent to me last night from the trainer, along with this text: “Cho bullied out of the gate last week because she didn’t want to be last in. She tucked herself in and waited for dinner!”
I can’t even be mad at her over the bad ground manners. The whole thing still makes me laugh.