Tiny pony in trouble

[bunn]

Yesterday evening when walking hounds I almost fell over a very young foal (maybe a few days?) who was on his own and in a very bad way, not able to stand, obviously distressed and covered in flies. 

I phoned the emergency number on the park gate, and got a confused lady in Truro, who (after a long delay where I hung about while the hounds whinged about how it surely must be teatime by now) passed me to Cornwall Council Animal control, who (after another long delay when the hounds appeared to have given up hope of ever going home and went to sleep on the grass)  passed me to the RSPCA, who said they would make it a priority case, leave it to them.

  I was rather expecting them to call me back for more directions, but they didn't - however, the foal was gone this morning, and I'm pretty sure he wasn't in a state to walk out of there, so someone must have taken him.  I hope he is OK.

Comments

[bunn.livejournal.com]

I always think that *most* dogs would be quite happy to spend a while just mooching about in a big open space all smelling of rabbits, squirrels, deer and horse poo, but mine are such bossyboots, they get bored if I want to, say, sit down and read a book or pick blackberries. Az pokes me with his long pointy nose to make me walk on, and Mollydog yodels at me. Only in despair will they finally settle down, and then they lie on the ground looking mournfully at me rather than doing all the 10000 exciting dog things they *could* be doing.

[endlessrarities.livejournal.com]

I love your description of the disgruntled hounds. I can picture the scene...