That's him on the left and my pathetic attempt to paint him a couple of years ago.
After commuting his sentence a few weeks ago Louis the Limp has become a new man/horse. My daughter has spoilt the wretched nag so much after not sending him to pony heaven that he's worse than he ever was.
No more of that horse food muck for him. He won't eat it.
'Give me a carrot...peel it first!
If it was up to me I'd leave his (very expensive) horse food in his crib until he ate it but my daughter won't.
"Leave him alone, daddy. He's old and he's my precious." And all the time the worm is looking over her shoulder and winking at me.
"You're mine, pal," I told him yesterday after my daughter had disappeared to hand-pick him some fresh golden hay. He just laughed in my face and to display his abject terror turned around and released enough toxic flatulence to bring down a passing sparrow.
Tell him there are companies out there that would make him into glue if he isn't good.
ReplyDeleteI tried that and he burped in my face.
DeleteRoger you brighten my day! I thought it was only cats that got nine lives, but Louis the lively seems to be disproving that rule. Now go peel carrots!
ReplyDeleteRe Madeira cake (your comment on my post) the best one I’ve found is http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/madeiracake_73878 by James Martin. You can make your own candied peel for the top, but I’m not keen on it, so I don’t. Enjoy!
Tonight he stepped on my foot, and just to make sure I realised it wasn't an accident, he did it again.
DeleteThanks for the link, I'll give it a look over.
LOL!! It seems escaping death has breathed new life into him ;)
ReplyDeleteIt's me or him - I can feel it coming, and if my daughter has any say in the matter, it'll be him.
DeleteThat horse knows who's buttering his carrot and he's not one bit worried. Love the pic. Shows his personality.
ReplyDeleteFunnily enough he doesn't want any carrots from me. He probably thinks I put something on them. Hah! gives me an idea.
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