It's nearly five years since I first met Tag, when he spent his days in a field being bullied by a wicked black pony and I decided to take on the task of seeing if he would/could adapt to a new life. To save making too many changes all at once, I kept him at … Continue reading Control or Freak?
I recently enjoyed watching some of the highlights of the Cheltenham Festival – through my fingers of course - and I usually find myself hugging Tag a bit tighter afterwards, quite certain that I could never watch him racing. Not because I don’t love the sport, of course I do, but I have always struggled … Continue reading Chapter forty – The carrot or the stick?
It has nearly been a year since I started doing my blog and in that time much has changed - some of it good, some bad - yet a lot has stayed the same. One constant, is how much I mention my daughter, as over the years she has become an integral part to my … Continue reading Chapter Thirty nine – Like mother, like daughter?
With the huge array of breeds and cross-breeds across the nation, there is no shortage of different personality traits when it comes to horses. And we've all met them; the ridiculously clever ones, the nervous ones, the athletic ones and the can't get out of bed ones. Over the years I have always enjoyed imagining … Continue reading Chapter thirty eight – Horses for courses
Writing about my adventures with Tag and then posting them on-line using Word Press and Facebook, is something I find both exciting and scary in equal measures. And I don't think the nervous feeling I get when I click on the 'publish' button will ever leave me. But what motivates me and makes it truly … Continue reading Chapter Thirty Seven – Generation X
Now that Tag has his hooves firmly under the table, I suspect he doesn't feel like the newbie any more and is a bit more relaxed by the familiarity of his surroundings, routine and people. As I've mentioned I've had a bit of experience at being the new kid on the block, which taught me … Continue reading Chapter Thirty six – Life’s Faux Pas
Clearly unhappy with my marital status, Tag broke my wedding ring finger (self diagnosed, obvs) when I caught it on his headcollar, as he struggled with me to gallop off for a frolick round the field. Now after nearly six weeks of managing to bang/catch/pull my dodgy digit on nearly everything I touch, it’s still … Continue reading The green-eyed galloper
At many times I have questioned whether I should replace Tag for an easier model - and some still think I should. But after four years, a lot of the guess work has gone out of having Tag as part of the family. And although it would definitely be boring without any more surprises, I … Continue reading Chapter Thirty Five – Better the devil you know?
It's now officially that time of year when owning a horse becomes three times more difficult and my desire to; come home from work, shut the door, light the fire and watch rubbish on the tv, is really starting to creep in. Due to work and school commitments, most of our outings are now after … Continue reading Chapter Thirty Four – To the core
Most Friday mornings, there is a brief window of child/work-free time, where my friend and I can meet for a coffee and a catch up (and of course housework avoidance). Now I have heard about these coffee dates - so I know they're not an urban myth - but I'm not sure that we're doing … Continue reading Chapter Thirty Three – A bit of a squeeze