Poor Muz

Having jumped out of his field last night, and hoolied around all night, my mum took him out for a decent hack in the morning, and then he slept all afternoon until *drum roll* the crazy lady in a kilt (school uniform) turned up and seemed to think he should work :o! So we loose schooled over some jumps, probably 2ft 6", which may not sound like much, but he is fairly malcoordinated. Then we had a little stroll down the lane to cool off, with him asleep on my shoulder - ahhhhhh. But now I have blisters and an exercise plan as I am so unfit! 35mins of slow trot and a little canter at the end and I'm pooped, without him even breathing hard. grr. So, let the 6.30am jogging program commence!