The (mis)adventures of mules in Wales
Well … mule was catchable today. He walked away from me at first and, when I stuck with him, he pinned his ears and scurried off to hide behind Iris.
Continue readingIn which Marty remembers how to wear a halter
Today was one of those difficult days with mulo. I am glad to say that these are getting fewer and farther between, but it does mean that when things do
Continue readingIn which Marty forgets he has ever worn a halter
Friday is a scheduled day off for the mule, so in the absence of any adventures to share (this morning he walked straight up to me and then asked me
The mule had to have a day off today (why do I have to work? Why doesn’t someone pay me to play with the mule all day?), but yesterday I
The whole herd had their hooves trimmed today, and mule was exceptionally good. It was only the second time he’d ever had his back feet trimmed, but he handled it like
I asked Ben to do some work with the mule yesterday; partly because I was tired from work and didn’t feel up to mule’s standards, and partly because it always
I started riding when I was six, and for the next twenty years or so picked up all those traditional beliefs – things like: backing out of a scary situation with