Poor Pony

It doesn't happen very often, but when her name comes up on my phone my heart always sinks.

"Your horse has got a cut," she said.

"Ok," I said calmly, picturing the gashing wound one of the mares had got the other week when I happened to pop by.

"It is only small," she continued.

"Ok"

"And it is above the fetlock so not really in a difficult place, but the leg has filled quite a lot so I think we need to do something about it."

Right, not the end of the world then. But enough to have me stocking up on various first aid items, hibi scrub, animalintex and vet wrap and going out there today to see the patient myself.

As expected he was being looked after excellently and was sun bathing with his pals in the lovely spring weather. Getting his first ever bandage on had been a little bit of a drama, but I doubt he'll be particularly traumatized....

Nice blue bandage matching the headcollar, that's my boy!

Smelly Shoes

It was one of those mornings when things went a bit fast and I found myself rushing into Uni with a random collection of books half sticking out of my backpack, crispbread breakfast in hand and what is probably best described as interesting hair.

But the worst thing was that I for once had put on my Cat shoes totally forgetting that I had used them in the stables the day before. So I spent the rest of the morning worrying about whether anyone could smell it whilst we were working on a micro group assignment.

At lunchtime I realised my worry was probably a little unfounded. Suddenly a whole group of students entered the canteen and the smell of farmyard animals practically hit us in the face.

Down at the Department of Economics building I almost forget that we are actually at the University of Life Sciences.

I felt like a total hypocrite when I suggested we’d move to get away from the smell...

Delightful Danes

You know you are in Denmark when within two minutes upon entering the indoor school you are offered a beer from a stack in the corner - and it’s not even mid-day yet.

Then when you politely decline they just shake their heads in disbelief.

Oh, you’ve just got to love the Danes.