Yesterday we did a full steeplechase course for the first time at our club competition. And despite having never done more than 5 obstacles in a row, he did six rounds with about 20. And blow me down, managed to snag a couple of rosettes!
And now he's all big-headed.
The truth is that in each round he kept wandering off to see people. Nosepoked the man with the stopwatch. Nosepoked daddy. Had a quick wrassle with Mojo and brought the perimeter fence down. But each time he came back and did the jump so nearly went clear. It was a slow-motion comedy.
I'm so proud of my boy.