Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
Apologies for not writing on Friday but apparently we had router problems. Im not sure who or what router is but quite frankly how his issues affect mums ability to post my diary I have NO idea.
As I believe Mum today you in a mid week post my launch party at Bransby Home of Rest for Horses went very well. Or so Im told. Since I wasnt allowed to go I wouldnt know *sulks*. What I DO know is mother is working me into the ground at the moment.
Monday we did boring boring boring poncy circles.
Tuesday we did boring boring poncy circles with Dad pointing out our poncy circles were more like poncy eggs.
Wednesday we did some jumping. Now in fairness I LOVED that. I am a jumping machine not a circles fairy. Mum and I havent jumped in quite a while so it did take us a little time to get back into the swing of it. Well more for Mum to stop doing a mid air ear inspection every time we went over a fence. Admittedly I might have been taking them a bit high and from about 3 miles away from the fence but as aunty Sarah said I was up for it!. We even managed to complete our bogey fence (the double) without incident but this was because dad cunningly set it up against the fence so I couldnt save us and duck out to the right.
Thursday I actually got a day off. By this stage I was so exhausted that I couldnt even dredge up the energy to get excited when Dolly started cavorting about like one of the small fluffy things that live in my hedge row. This level of work is cruel and unkind. Who do I complain to?
Friday I went out with my main man Billy who seemed to have forgiven me for failing as chief wing man the other week and leaving him to deal with the yellow crop spraying demon on his own. We went out for a really really lllloooooooooonnnnnnggg hack which was nice but very tiring. We had a nice canter up a fairly narrow verge well Billy did. His canter is so small I manage two stride of canter, three of trot, two strides of canter, three of trot otherwise I am wearing Billy like a balaclava. I was nearly wearing his feet as a brace at one point though as a big diving bombing peasant launched an attack at the two of us. Billy decided to send it to its maker via his back feet which would have been a cunning move if I hadnt been behind him at the time Luckily a swift sideways leap from me, some choice language from mother and we were saved.
Saturday I had a day off because Mum and Dad were working but I was threatened with practising more poncing yesterday. Thankfully it rained so much I looked like a drowned rat (my mother was the only mother at the yard who hadnt put a coat on her steed evil, evil woman) so Mum and Dad brought me in and spent an hour drying me down like a Hovis car wash. Slightly mollified by my dinner, lots of fussing and a couple of mints I went back out with a nice warm coat on. Admittedly I went out and threw a bit of a fit that it was still raining. I think Mum was amazed I can get all four feet off the ground in one go, although suggesting that my pea like brain cell had washed clean out of my head was a bit of an over reaction I feel. And yes there was every need to scream like a girl and buck the entire length of the field. It was raining and keeping Mum out there for a few more minutes meant she truly resembled the drowned rat shed made me look like an hour before. Revenge may not be sweet but making mother look like shes been in the shower fully dressed tickled me immensely.
Mind you I might not be sniggering for the rest of the week. I swear Mum has said I am due a full MOT ready for the Lincolnshire show facial clip, feather washing and trimming, ear hair trimming and other general horrificness. I also swear I heard her say shes entering us in a dressage competition at the weekend. Someone hide me now. The last shreds of my street cred are leaving the building. How do I get out of it? Do you think I could fit down the holes that my fluffy field mates live in?
Apologies for not writing on Friday but apparently we had router problems. Im not sure who or what router is but quite frankly how his issues affect mums ability to post my diary I have NO idea.
As I believe Mum today you in a mid week post my launch party at Bransby Home of Rest for Horses went very well. Or so Im told. Since I wasnt allowed to go I wouldnt know *sulks*. What I DO know is mother is working me into the ground at the moment.
Monday we did boring boring boring poncy circles.
Tuesday we did boring boring poncy circles with Dad pointing out our poncy circles were more like poncy eggs.
Wednesday we did some jumping. Now in fairness I LOVED that. I am a jumping machine not a circles fairy. Mum and I havent jumped in quite a while so it did take us a little time to get back into the swing of it. Well more for Mum to stop doing a mid air ear inspection every time we went over a fence. Admittedly I might have been taking them a bit high and from about 3 miles away from the fence but as aunty Sarah said I was up for it!. We even managed to complete our bogey fence (the double) without incident but this was because dad cunningly set it up against the fence so I couldnt save us and duck out to the right.
Thursday I actually got a day off. By this stage I was so exhausted that I couldnt even dredge up the energy to get excited when Dolly started cavorting about like one of the small fluffy things that live in my hedge row. This level of work is cruel and unkind. Who do I complain to?
Friday I went out with my main man Billy who seemed to have forgiven me for failing as chief wing man the other week and leaving him to deal with the yellow crop spraying demon on his own. We went out for a really really lllloooooooooonnnnnnggg hack which was nice but very tiring. We had a nice canter up a fairly narrow verge well Billy did. His canter is so small I manage two stride of canter, three of trot, two strides of canter, three of trot otherwise I am wearing Billy like a balaclava. I was nearly wearing his feet as a brace at one point though as a big diving bombing peasant launched an attack at the two of us. Billy decided to send it to its maker via his back feet which would have been a cunning move if I hadnt been behind him at the time Luckily a swift sideways leap from me, some choice language from mother and we were saved.
Saturday I had a day off because Mum and Dad were working but I was threatened with practising more poncing yesterday. Thankfully it rained so much I looked like a drowned rat (my mother was the only mother at the yard who hadnt put a coat on her steed evil, evil woman) so Mum and Dad brought me in and spent an hour drying me down like a Hovis car wash. Slightly mollified by my dinner, lots of fussing and a couple of mints I went back out with a nice warm coat on. Admittedly I went out and threw a bit of a fit that it was still raining. I think Mum was amazed I can get all four feet off the ground in one go, although suggesting that my pea like brain cell had washed clean out of my head was a bit of an over reaction I feel. And yes there was every need to scream like a girl and buck the entire length of the field. It was raining and keeping Mum out there for a few more minutes meant she truly resembled the drowned rat shed made me look like an hour before. Revenge may not be sweet but making mother look like shes been in the shower fully dressed tickled me immensely.
Mind you I might not be sniggering for the rest of the week. I swear Mum has said I am due a full MOT ready for the Lincolnshire show facial clip, feather washing and trimming, ear hair trimming and other general horrificness. I also swear I heard her say shes entering us in a dressage competition at the weekend. Someone hide me now. The last shreds of my street cred are leaving the building. How do I get out of it? Do you think I could fit down the holes that my fluffy field mates live in?
