Norty

In front of Dudley`s stable is a lovely lawned area which separates the top yard from the bottom. Within an hour of Dudley moving there he had barged through the chain on his stable to munch on the lush green grass, to my absolute horror. Today, I missed sliding the bolt into the holder, an error Dudley spotted within nanoseconds and which he exploited to the full in order to access the grass. I was mortified to see the big, deep hoof marks on the soft wet grass. Fortunately he stood while I caught him and led him back to his stable, remonstrating as I went. He looked suitably chastised - even putting himself in the `norty` corner! Bless!