Kenzo
Well-Known Member
It seems Mr M has acquired another mare to his heard while he's busy doing jack all, I went up this morning to turn Mrs M out aka The Crab but as I was walking up to the field gate I looked over to the next field and noticed my friends horse wasnt there, after the start of a mild panic attack I then noticed an extra bay body in the distance with youve guessed it you know who.
Normally at around 7:45 Mr Mackenzie is laid out like a beached Whale with his mares lounged around him in a circle but oh no, he was with his new bit on the side.
Mrs M must of realised hes now got his dirty little hooves on a younger more slender model, maybe he prefers bays these days, as I slipped her head collar off and said the usual go on then Miraedi! (where shed normally canter off to greet him) instead she stood gazing over at them looking all confused, then feeling rejected and sad she proceeded to waddle off with her heavy heart to comfort eat...god knows how I'll get a girth round it this evening.
I made my way up the field to check out the situation and to see if all was well, friends mare was glued to his shoulder with her head seductively bent over his, all loved up (trust me it was sickening), she even had the nerve to wiggle her bottom up to him (think she may be in season) just to rub salt into Mrs Ms wounded heart, with a smug look on his face, he was like the cat that had got the cream of the crop.
I mean how awkward is this going to be, these two mares are competition and hacking out buddies, they go everywhere together, can you imagine the atmosphere in the back of the lorry now?
I aint going on the lorry with her husseeee!
*stamps hoof*
(dont stamp it too hard Miraed theres every chance your shoe might drop off, or your hoof, being a TB an all
)
this could cause us loading issues now
I personally cant understand it, I know Mrs M hasnt got the best of conformation what with her Queen Ann legs that even a French Antique dealer would give his right arm for but their skinny (all be it a bit wonky) and shes got her womanly curves in all the right places, not forgetting a proper brown David Dickinson tan *coughs* not that cheap TOWIE glow of a bay, buttocks like boiled eggs and .AND may I point out shes a pure bred.
A finely tuned TB bred for the track darling *whispers* ok so she never quite made it out of the training yard onto a track but we wont mention that, anyway where was I arrrr yes, none of this half bred errrr what do you call it sport horse interbred business from a fancy SJ yard with HOT SHOWERS and an all that business, oh no.
And as for my boy, well Im very disappointed in him, Ive told him hell end up catching something one of these days if he carries on and who will be there to pick up the vet bill, phah....not my rubbish insurance company..I can tell you that much for free (I'll stop before it turns into a rant).
Any ideas to help the poor mare get over him?
Yours truly, a very distressed and upset step mother.
Normally at around 7:45 Mr Mackenzie is laid out like a beached Whale with his mares lounged around him in a circle but oh no, he was with his new bit on the side.
Mrs M must of realised hes now got his dirty little hooves on a younger more slender model, maybe he prefers bays these days, as I slipped her head collar off and said the usual go on then Miraedi! (where shed normally canter off to greet him) instead she stood gazing over at them looking all confused, then feeling rejected and sad she proceeded to waddle off with her heavy heart to comfort eat...god knows how I'll get a girth round it this evening.
I made my way up the field to check out the situation and to see if all was well, friends mare was glued to his shoulder with her head seductively bent over his, all loved up (trust me it was sickening), she even had the nerve to wiggle her bottom up to him (think she may be in season) just to rub salt into Mrs Ms wounded heart, with a smug look on his face, he was like the cat that had got the cream of the crop.
I mean how awkward is this going to be, these two mares are competition and hacking out buddies, they go everywhere together, can you imagine the atmosphere in the back of the lorry now?
I aint going on the lorry with her husseeee!
*stamps hoof*
(dont stamp it too hard Miraed theres every chance your shoe might drop off, or your hoof, being a TB an all
) this could cause us loading issues now
I personally cant understand it, I know Mrs M hasnt got the best of conformation what with her Queen Ann legs that even a French Antique dealer would give his right arm for but their skinny (all be it a bit wonky) and shes got her womanly curves in all the right places, not forgetting a proper brown David Dickinson tan *coughs* not that cheap TOWIE glow of a bay, buttocks like boiled eggs and .AND may I point out shes a pure bred.
A finely tuned TB bred for the track darling *whispers* ok so she never quite made it out of the training yard onto a track but we wont mention that, anyway where was I arrrr yes, none of this half bred errrr what do you call it sport horse interbred business from a fancy SJ yard with HOT SHOWERS and an all that business, oh no.
And as for my boy, well Im very disappointed in him, Ive told him hell end up catching something one of these days if he carries on and who will be there to pick up the vet bill, phah....not my rubbish insurance company..I can tell you that much for free (I'll stop before it turns into a rant).
Any ideas to help the poor mare get over him?
Yours truly, a very distressed and upset step mother.
