Hell Bent for Leather

Move ’em on, head ’em up,
Head ’em up, move ’em out,
Move ’em on, head ’em out Rawhide!

Big Pinkie has gone visiting. She has called on some friends in a field half a mile away. She crossed fields, footpaths and the river, but the Sage and I are going to bring her back by road.

This will be interesting. Quite fun, I hope, as long as she doesn’t mind cars. If she does, we’ll just have to see what happens.

Update – not at this time of day, too much traffic. It’ll have to be done at larkfart in the morning instead. Hm. A pleasant stroll before I set off for a long day’s work in the shop. We’d planned to put a rope round her neck but she didn’t care for it, so it would have to be done simply by calling her – she follows nicely.

10 comments on “Hell Bent for Leather

  1. Z

    Ooh yes, some fine cowboy series in the 60s. You have made me all nostalgic, John. Only Rawhide had lyrics I think though

    And as Murph indicates, they taught me all I ever needed to know about raising my children.

  2. Z

    But imagine me in leather chaps, Simon. It’s not an opportunity that comes every day. And she weighs at least ten times as much as I do. I don’t see myself being the one who does the dragging.

    But it’s the unlikeliness that appeals to me. Cast your mind back a few days, to this. Do I look like the sort of woman to herd a cow?

    I was offered a job as a muckspreader once. Hands on, in with the fork and shovel stuff. Happy days…


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