Hovis_and_SidsMum
Well-Known Member
Dear diary
Yesterday I had the fright of my life. Maybe-not-so-evil Army man came, but this time it was different . For a start we were all in the stables (me, poof bags and fit mare) and mum and dad werent dressed for riding. Most odd I thought. Then he produced a bucket full of torture implements!! OMG!! I instantly took back any bad things I have ever said about him, shut my eyes and prayed to the patron saint of save my big hairy arse as hard as I could.
Upon opening my eyes I saw that he was doing fit mares teeth! Phew! Lord she did make a fuss though. I love and lust after her with all my heart but lord that girl is high maintenance! Mind you poof bags wasnt much better it must be something to do with their good breeding. Apparently mum has traced poof bags fathers side back for 5 generations and he has amazing blood lines. I did wonder what mine would show but apparently you cant trace the blood lines if your mum wasnt fussy.
Mind you poofy has had the smirk wiped of his face by cool new shoes man. He came to see us again this week and poofy has had to have special shoes made too. Ha!! Not laughing now are you TB face?!! Humm? Ok I have to have special shoes too but thats besides the point (see my update earlier this week).
My teeth were fine I could have told them that. Mum doesnt let me have sweets or anything so how could I have bad teeth? Whilst doing my teeth not-so-evil-army man was very nice about me apparently he is amazed by my athleticism and how good I am at jumping for a big boy. I was rather flattered til I wondered if this was a cunning plan? Say nice things about me then work me even harder? Humm? He did tell mum shed have to be braver as I was being wasted yeah too right mate Im wasting away. Tell mum to feed me more instead of waffling about how high off the floor I can jump.
Mum has being riding me all week and I think to be honest some days she does get out of bed and leave her brain at home. Some days she has ridden very well and she has been pleased with me, then other days shes ridden like a big booby and shes not pleased with me. Eh? How does that work? Fit mare told me I have to accept mum is a woman and thus always right but Im not sure about that? If mum is always right why is she making me wear over reach boots which are definitely not right by anyones standards? Why does she wash me in girlie shampoo and make me wear girlie coloured rugs? I think being a man stinks sometimes ..
Yesterday I had the fright of my life. Maybe-not-so-evil Army man came, but this time it was different . For a start we were all in the stables (me, poof bags and fit mare) and mum and dad werent dressed for riding. Most odd I thought. Then he produced a bucket full of torture implements!! OMG!! I instantly took back any bad things I have ever said about him, shut my eyes and prayed to the patron saint of save my big hairy arse as hard as I could.
Upon opening my eyes I saw that he was doing fit mares teeth! Phew! Lord she did make a fuss though. I love and lust after her with all my heart but lord that girl is high maintenance! Mind you poof bags wasnt much better it must be something to do with their good breeding. Apparently mum has traced poof bags fathers side back for 5 generations and he has amazing blood lines. I did wonder what mine would show but apparently you cant trace the blood lines if your mum wasnt fussy.
Mind you poofy has had the smirk wiped of his face by cool new shoes man. He came to see us again this week and poofy has had to have special shoes made too. Ha!! Not laughing now are you TB face?!! Humm? Ok I have to have special shoes too but thats besides the point (see my update earlier this week).
My teeth were fine I could have told them that. Mum doesnt let me have sweets or anything so how could I have bad teeth? Whilst doing my teeth not-so-evil-army man was very nice about me apparently he is amazed by my athleticism and how good I am at jumping for a big boy. I was rather flattered til I wondered if this was a cunning plan? Say nice things about me then work me even harder? Humm? He did tell mum shed have to be braver as I was being wasted yeah too right mate Im wasting away. Tell mum to feed me more instead of waffling about how high off the floor I can jump.
Mum has being riding me all week and I think to be honest some days she does get out of bed and leave her brain at home. Some days she has ridden very well and she has been pleased with me, then other days shes ridden like a big booby and shes not pleased with me. Eh? How does that work? Fit mare told me I have to accept mum is a woman and thus always right but Im not sure about that? If mum is always right why is she making me wear over reach boots which are definitely not right by anyones standards? Why does she wash me in girlie shampoo and make me wear girlie coloured rugs? I think being a man stinks sometimes ..
