Monday

I couldn't stand the tension of Dole office things, i went to see Fivemum, nominally on a search for some stone beads. haven't seen her for ages, spent time chatting to her hubby, who's fed up with carpentry, he wants to do something else, but he's is a superb carpenter. Good to head when putting in a staircase or porch, windows or a conservatory he ignores building regs lol

The killer pony has gone to a bloke who handles horses better and with more confidence. But when i arrived only Spot the dog greeted me, i didn't think anything of it till Fivemum mentioned that the other dog had "Gone" and so had the pretty black cob. A few weeks ago the darm annoying dog had been out in the field with the younger girl doing something with the old white pony. the dog was being annoying as usual and irritating the Cob by trying to chase it. Suddenly the Cob just charged the dog across the field did a little jink and stomped it, turning sharp, it did it again! stopped and Hoofed the dogs body across the field.... walked over to the dogs limp body and sniffed it. I presume the check it was life was indeed ebbing away. i guess an animal changes in scent as it dies. To a horse a dog is just a wolf wearing new clothes. Hubby wrapped it in his coat and carried it to the old caravan, as it was too wet to dig a gave. The next morning the girl had to go to see the body she said she wanted to "just check" he was dead.... he was totally dead.