Knowledge of Literature: Nil
Sometimes, I think Marty is a lot like Sherlock Holmes: brilliant, disinterested in the mundane, easily bored and only ever a hair’s breadth from being the greatest criminal mastermind of
Category: maddening mule
A positive-negative entry!
I have been extremely lax about writing here; I had planned to do a big, New Year post to sum up what we’d done and where we were going, but I
The pink halter
While we were in America, I bought Marty a brand new, hot pink halter. I had hoped to find another rainbow to replace his current one, which has faded, but
A catching journal, or: a list of things the mule doesn’t like
We’re nearing the end of August and autumn is definitely in the air. The morning’s are feeling colder and the evenings a little darker. Marty started growing his winter coat about a fortnight
Continue readingA catching journal, or: a list of things the mule doesn’t like
The Brave and Rebellious Mule
Marty’s third week at mule school began with some rebellion. This was to be expected, and although it was disappointing to see him say a very loud “NO!” to things
Mule wrangling
On Friday, I was able to halter and unhalter the mule within five minutes. He snorted and backed off when I initially tried to bring the halter over his neck,
Marty McForgottenEverything
As far as I can tell, the mule spends his time gently oscillating along the spectrum between feral and tame. He can be domesticated for weeks, sometimes months at a
He’s lucky he’s cute…
Long time no post! I had a couple of bad days with the mule that resulted in me seriously questioning whether or not I wanted to persist with this. There
The glass is half-empty, and so is my halter
So, I’ve had an interesting few days with Marty since Monica’s visit. On Friday, the day after, I went out to the field with rope in hand and the intention
Continue readingThe glass is half-empty, and so is my halter
A smaller field and a lot of determination
Sometimes, I think the mule has bad dreams in which I’m terribly cruel and abusive to him and, when he wakes, he can’t quite figure out fact from fiction. A