The dogs love life in Kinross. There is always something to annoy. The new horse is called Rambo and he is a piebald seventeen hand beauty. This morning he was being led out and took exception to a flat pack shed. Alf put him right with a quick bark and his best growl. The poor groom was within a second of going airborne. She is a cracking lass and whilst I and my sister remonstrated with Alf she managed to hang on. This was the first day this year the horses have been out without rugs, They hardly recognise each other but are separated by fences as if they get silly then it can end in a big vet bill or a dead horse. Two are just back from hopping about in France. They won some hopping and came second in other things like trotting and walking. They should have taken Alf to supervise, could have been a clean sweep. The dogs love to chase hares. This one watches, makes sure they have seen it then runs a bit then stops. It knows terriers have no chance. The dogs think it is fine sport much better than rabbits. They are convinced the Hare was put on this earth for their entertainment.
On Friday they will be clipped to within a gnats whisker of their skin. It’ difficult to judge dogs hair cuts to weather.