Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
I have a dilemma. A big one. I have decided I love my mum more than anything in the world, but I dont think she loves me at the moment.
Last week after evil army man had been, mum announced she was going to be brave and we were going out jumping. I was tempted to point out there nothing brave about sitting on top of me, pointing me at a fence, swearing a few times and then shutting her eyes whilst I do all the work. Tempted but not brave enough to say it ..
Anyway I was loaded up and off we went to a new place. It was ok, the warm thing was very big which I prefer and the jumps were ok. We had a bit of a problem at one of the jumps, if truth be told mum wobbled as we landed so I thought she wanted me to go right, I then saw dad so cantered over to say hi. Note to self must not do this in the middle of a round of jumps. We went back jumped the jump and carried on but I was tired and we hit the last jump. Mum was pleased though so that was cool.
Then on Saturday well I couldnt believe it! Mum rode me out with fit mare, poof bags, lanky legs boy and wise Mont. Wise Monty is as old as Timmy which means they are old like dinosaurs. Mum NEVER rides me out like this so I think shes been taking that confidence stuff again. It was FAB. We went down to the woods and rode for miles. The only down side was mums singing. I love her but seriously Ive heard cats yowling sound more tuneful. Even Monty who is old and so deaf was wincing (well either that or he had something in his eye).
THEN on Sunday mum took me on my own round the big field. What is wrong with the woman? She NEVER does these things. WOW! The singing is getting a tad annoying though as she doesnt seem to know many songs and those she does know she murders. I know this because we have a radio in the stables so we listen to tunes man. Fis mum leaves it on radio 2 but as soon as theyve gone we tune it to some banging drum and bass and a bit of R&B. I tell you the moves fit mare can pull to Fifty Cent are enough to give a boy a heart attack.
Best of all when we got back she gave me a lovely groom, gave me some carrots and a big tub of lickit! YUM YUM YUM.
Now if Im honest thats when the week went down hill. I love my lickit and as I was tired decided the best thing was to take it out of the silly tub mum puts it in and lie down with it to eat it. Unfortunately I fell asleep and managed to roll on it. Now Im failing to see why it being all over me is a problem ..? Honestly the fuss mum made was SO out of proportion. It gave me lots of opportunity to ask if anyone wanted a lick of my molasses covered body .. Unfortunately the only person who said yes was Felix and THAT wasnt going to happen in my lifetime.
Now admittedly several days late it is still stuck in my feathers and Im not sure how mums going to get it off but shes clever Im sure shell think of something.
So not sure what Im doing this weekend mum has mentioned going to a car wash but I am baffled as to what this has to do with me?
Were also gong to the pub on Sunday. Were all riding there apparently. Timmy says the pub is like the dog house only where human men go to avoid their wives. Should be interesting then
I have a dilemma. A big one. I have decided I love my mum more than anything in the world, but I dont think she loves me at the moment.
Last week after evil army man had been, mum announced she was going to be brave and we were going out jumping. I was tempted to point out there nothing brave about sitting on top of me, pointing me at a fence, swearing a few times and then shutting her eyes whilst I do all the work. Tempted but not brave enough to say it ..
Anyway I was loaded up and off we went to a new place. It was ok, the warm thing was very big which I prefer and the jumps were ok. We had a bit of a problem at one of the jumps, if truth be told mum wobbled as we landed so I thought she wanted me to go right, I then saw dad so cantered over to say hi. Note to self must not do this in the middle of a round of jumps. We went back jumped the jump and carried on but I was tired and we hit the last jump. Mum was pleased though so that was cool.
Then on Saturday well I couldnt believe it! Mum rode me out with fit mare, poof bags, lanky legs boy and wise Mont. Wise Monty is as old as Timmy which means they are old like dinosaurs. Mum NEVER rides me out like this so I think shes been taking that confidence stuff again. It was FAB. We went down to the woods and rode for miles. The only down side was mums singing. I love her but seriously Ive heard cats yowling sound more tuneful. Even Monty who is old and so deaf was wincing (well either that or he had something in his eye).
THEN on Sunday mum took me on my own round the big field. What is wrong with the woman? She NEVER does these things. WOW! The singing is getting a tad annoying though as she doesnt seem to know many songs and those she does know she murders. I know this because we have a radio in the stables so we listen to tunes man. Fis mum leaves it on radio 2 but as soon as theyve gone we tune it to some banging drum and bass and a bit of R&B. I tell you the moves fit mare can pull to Fifty Cent are enough to give a boy a heart attack.
Best of all when we got back she gave me a lovely groom, gave me some carrots and a big tub of lickit! YUM YUM YUM.
Now if Im honest thats when the week went down hill. I love my lickit and as I was tired decided the best thing was to take it out of the silly tub mum puts it in and lie down with it to eat it. Unfortunately I fell asleep and managed to roll on it. Now Im failing to see why it being all over me is a problem ..? Honestly the fuss mum made was SO out of proportion. It gave me lots of opportunity to ask if anyone wanted a lick of my molasses covered body .. Unfortunately the only person who said yes was Felix and THAT wasnt going to happen in my lifetime.
Now admittedly several days late it is still stuck in my feathers and Im not sure how mums going to get it off but shes clever Im sure shell think of something.
So not sure what Im doing this weekend mum has mentioned going to a car wash but I am baffled as to what this has to do with me?
Were also gong to the pub on Sunday. Were all riding there apparently. Timmy says the pub is like the dog house only where human men go to avoid their wives. Should be interesting then
