My poor little 11 months old boy, who thinks he is a great big stallion, is spending tonight in the clinic prior to being gelded tomorrow. I felt so guilty, as I got him into the horse box with bribes and pushing, knowing what was waiting for him at the other end. He has been so funny the last few weeks as his adult hormones kicked in, flirting with the large horses who live next door and trying to play all sorts of mounting games with his sister Tartine. He is far too small to achieve anything but he has sure been trying! So it is time. I let mum Maisie go to the clinic with him, so he is not alone.