Pointless horse

This week my parents are away on holiday in Turkey, so I've been left to feed the animals.

Now I don't mind feeding the dogs because they're good pets. They offer a bit of companionship and provide a distraction from my own thoughts (my brain currently hates me). They are also a means to get exercise without it feeling like hard work - running around a field with a dog and a football is far more fun than simply running around a field. So the dogs are cool. That's fine.

Pointless horse, however, is a different kettle of, uuuh, equidae. Just because I want to use a blockquote tag...

Why do you call it "Pointless horse", Foss?

Because it's exactly that. Fucking pointless. It used to belong to my sister, and she'd ride it for competitions and stuff, so it wasn't always pointless. But the sister doesn't live here anymore - she's "upcountry", fannying about with the RSPCA, rescuing animals. Just like superman, but for animals and without the cape and awesome lazer eye. SCIENCE!

Anyway, back to pointless horse. It can't be ridden as it has back problems. It can't run around because it has knee problems. All it does is stand around the field, occasionally horse-talking with the neighbouring field's nags. It takes around 15 minutes to feed each morning, and 25 each evening, with food prep and stuff. Mathematicians among you may work out that's 40 minutes a day spent tending to this horse. This pointless horse sucks more than 4 hours a week out of my mother's life, along with the food costs, and it's now doing it to me. This pointless horse, that doesn't provide companionship, enjoyment or exercise.

But, it could provide meat for dog food. Which reminds me, I found a load of shotgun shells cartridges in the spare room last night...