Smoke gets in your rug

Both Dads lunched with a friend at Barford today, so Dibby and I were put out to graze early. Dad came and attended to our stables in the morning and returned in the afternoon to put down our beds and bring us in.

We stood and ate our haynets whilst he groomed us both, saw to our hooves, put on our stable rugs and gave us tea. We were happy and relaxed. Dibby and I didn't mind missing out on lunch at the pub: cobs don't really like a smoky atmosphere; it clings to one's rug so.