Just when we thought the big lad was settled and happy a simple thing that shows how fragile he is.
Everyone had come in for dinner and were in their stables, ready for lights off and shut eye.
But we had a delivery arrive - lorry outside barn, revving up. No one batted an eye, but Tintin was completely terrified, cantering in the stable, trying to barge out the door, get over it, total panic. Very liquid poo everywhere as he was just utterly terrified. Just wanted to escape, however he could.
Clearly thought they had come for him and he was going back on the lorry to the hell hole he came frame. He was totally deranged, just desperate to get away. So so heart breaking to see our handsome, gentle, friendly lad reduced to a quivering wreck. Evidently been in a barn at night, lorry comes, herded on, probably roughly.
None of the others were remotely worried, just the big lad.
He was shaking with fright. Took a lot of cuddles and reassurance for him to calm down and realise he was safe.
Why oh why. What on earth has he seen or been through before he came to us? I can guess, I just don't want to know.
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