No panic, hoof man is here

Phew that was a close shave fortunately my very lovely hoof man, Shane Hobbs, likes me enough to have rushed out in his lunch hour today to put a new shoe on.  Mum searched the field three times but could not find the old one.  I must remember to remove it from Charlie's boot jack he left me, otherwise it's going to be a bit of a giveaway. 

Well I think I'm all set. I got an extra pamper on Friday and had a back massage too, which meant visiting my relatives up the road as the back man came to Eric's house. We got a chance to have a chat over the fencing before he arrived.  We are not allowed to say hello out on hacks because it generally ends up in squealing, but without our humans involved we were very polite to each other. 

My massage man is called Neil Gibson, he's great, it's called Bowen, I call it yummy. He makes you feel tip top. Though I did get told off for jumping around and even got banned to the stable in the hope I'd stand still and relax - yeah right!

This is Neil working on me...

Ooooh that tickles....go careful pleas Neil.

Well now I'm a super pampered pony with a full set of shoes, bring on hairy pony camp and let's see what trouble I can get up too.  I wonder what we will be doing, I have never been to a pony camp before.