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Dear diary
This week has not been a good one. As I wrote last week I was trying to hide from army man and mum alas (as you all told me would happen) they found me and thus I had to do some work. This week evil army man (yes he is evil again – I’ll explain why in a minute) made mum and I do a single jump a few time then put up what he called a “double”. Now this is where the evil bit has crept in again.
I am a 16.2HH BIG boy and whilst I may be a bit dim I KNEW that there is not enough room between the first jump and the second jump to land my big manly legs, stride then hurtle my body over the next bit. Seriously the man needs his eye sight testing. So in order to help mum I cleverly saved us by ducking out the side between the two jumps – see I am not stupid!!
Alas evil man seemed to spot my cunning tactic and so did something about it, something I didn’t see till the last minute. Mum and I came at the jump in canter; I jumped the first bit, twisted athletically in mid air to duck out and WHOA!! POLE! Where the blazes did that come from? I heroically tried to jump it to save us both but then mum let the side down and fell off. Seriously how are we supposed to run away to fight another day if the daft woman dismounts me mid air?
The good side to this little issue was army man then took the second part down and I happily proved that if he’s reasonable I can jump anything. This “double” malarky is surely only for you skinny TB types not us big butch men?
Anyway the rest of the week has not been too good either. Cool new shoes man came on Friday and put me some more big boys shoes on thankfully this time with a toe clip so I’m hoping that’s the end of the very unmanly over reach boot incident….
My poor darling fit mare is still in horsepital and has had to have another operation. The poor darling girl. I am just hoping they have not scarred those wonderful legs of hers. We are all hopefully she will be back soon but a boy misses watching her get dressed in the morning even if I swear the little strip tease is more for poof bags than me.
Then to cap it all off I am ill too.
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Mum thought I seemed a bit “off” – does that mean she thought I smelt? - so asked the vets to come. Apparently I have a good heart and lungs and my temperature is normal. Now all I will say on that subject is that if that man vet EVER does what he did to me that day again I will plant him through the back stable wall! The insult! Really.
Anyway he also took some blood from me - which I would like back please - and then rang dad with the results the next day.
I apparently have a very low white and red blood cell count. I’m not really sure what that means but the vet man came back yesterday and gave me two injections and apparently dad has to give me some more. I don’t mind injections but one of them was HUGE!! I know I’m a big boy but I’m not sure there was any need for that.
So all in all it’s been a pants week, mum is moaning about her neck, fit mare is still in horsepital and I’m poorly too. I need comforting, I need food parcels, I need a massage, I need……….. well any offers ladies?!
 
Thanks Hovis - I enjoyed your friday diary!
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Don't panic, next week will be all better, you'll feel better, the sexy mare will be back and I'm sure your mum will cling on to fight another day and do less of her mid-air dismounting.
And vets have a habit of doing that sort of thing - you just have to learn to like it ;-)
 
Dear Hovis,

you poor thing! I'm sending all the sympathy I can. Unfortunately, I don't get fed, and I don't know how to send you a bit of my field or my hay-bales---they're very large, and the only thing holding them together is the big round metal things in the field.

Was what the needle-man did worse than the time he brought the thermomathingy?
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I hope you're rid of him for good! About those injections: if you walk backwards really really fast, you can at least frustrate the needle-people a little; show your spirit! I'll be rooting for you!
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I hope Fit Mare is feeling better soon, too.

Carrots,
the Spooky Pony
 
Dear Hovis
Me mam says you can have one of my cans of Guinness, I don't usual share them but you seem to be man in need of a pick me up and boy does the Guinness do that.
Get your mum to add the can to your next dinner and you'll be a happy chap once more. Full of iron so great for the blood to.
From Macnamara
 
Oh my darling Hovis,

I am packing my haybag and on my way to nurse you - just got to find something big enough to carry me - mum only has a poxy little trailer for Stinky.

Told mum, and she said to give you a little something called Red Cell as Miss (Snobby Pants) Delia the old TB had the same thing due to a virus. She also said you need to take it easy for a while and you should be back to your normally red blooded self.

I now have the half naked look to impress you and have been doing some little jumps for fun again.

Did you see Stinky's photos that mum posted - he is very cocky now as he is mum's No 1 little boy and thinks he is a SJ - mmmm I think not.

I hope your mum is feeling better too. I am having my neck and back done next week and am really looking forward to it - Mr Paul has such good strong hands that really get to the places a girl needs massaging.

I may even donate one of my swedes for your girl friend, poor thing sounds as though she needs it.

Anyway, you can look at my legs - they are just right for a boy like you - very long and proper clydesdale close hocked - just the way a big girl should be.

Sending you both lot of love and get well vibes.

Farra Clydesdale xxxx
 
Oh Hovis you poor thing. My old mate Ebony (I think he was a bit like Wise Timmy, but his advice was always about how to be naughty and cheeky) always knew how to avoid injections, I wish he was here to ask him what to do for you.

All I know is that the vet man used to phone mum before he arrived so that mum could blindfold him- it must have been to protect his eyes? I don't think that the vet is that nasty to look at but old Ebony would be so disgusted by the sight of him that he would do all he could to get away and not look at him. If he saw the vet man he would be so angry that he wouldn't let him near - especailly as he would normally try to give him the sleepy injection.

Anyway maybe you could try that? I think he would run round his stable, try to barge out or jump his door or if that failed just tried to knock him over or kick him, they might work? It might be hard if you are feeling a bit under the weather, but Eb managed it when he was lame and very ill with colic so maybe it's not that hard?

Hope you feel better soon mate.
Archie.
 
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