Befitting

After our workout yesterday, Dad felt a little weary this morning and so we were given the morning off. It continued to be dry and dull but quite mild.

Dibby was in good spirits and when he was released in the field, squeaked before trotting away. Even though I'm not the senior cob, I was more dignified and just sauntered off as usual. I also decided it was my duty today to usher the Shetlands around - as befits a cob four times their size.