Hovis_and_SidsMum
Well-Known Member
Dear diary
I think the world has gone very strange in this new year.
First of all there is a lot of the evil white stuff on the ground that we all know EATS horses. In fact there is that much of it that none of us have been out for weeks. It was kind of fun at first like a big sleep over party but its getting really boring now. Plus Im starting to get to know my fellow stable mates a little bit more than I think is healthy. Seriously some of them can fart for England. I know a touch of flatulence cant be helped but when they are holding competitions as to who can do the loudest one then its offensive. Thats before I mention some of the conversation topics. My young innocent ears are positively mortified as to what the older boys and girls have been talking about I had NO idea that jump had a different connotation to the one where theres fences involved.
Mum and Dad come down twice a day to see me, make me move into wise old Timmys old stable so they can clean out mine and then the last few days theyve been making me walk out into the white stuff! Do they not love me? Yesterday the white stuff was moving towards me all the time and I was not happy at all. Dad told me it was the wind and to stop being such a poof. Its alright for him hed not suddenly grown 4 inches taller and wasnt trying to control 4 feet that suddenly had a mind of their own. Mum did get all the nasty white stuff out of my feet when I came back inside but still I think there was no need to put me in that kind of danger.
I did briefly organise a blow away the white stuff party the other night but after two of us started hyperventilating and ginger-not-totally-wench-like mare fainted I figured we were fighting a battle we cant win.
Mum bought me a new treat ball to play with yesterday so I got my own back on all the farters by keeping them awake all night kicking it into the wall. Things went slightly wrong when a rather enthusiastic kick sent it into the air and into the water bucket mum has put in for me. Its perhaps worthy of note that this does not aid retrieving the treats out of it they swell up and then get stuck. I havent been so frustrated since fit mare told me she was naked and mum had put my rugs up so I couldnt see
Mum has told me her and Dad are still on the hunt for a new brother or sister for me since poof bags departure but all the white stuff means that theres no point in going to see anyone as they wont be able to ride him or her. Now personally I think theyre missing the point. I think to make up for my recent hardships I should be allowed to go with them and judge my new sibling on looks, character and whether I could kick their ass in a field fight. Im fed up of always being the little brother. Whether theyre any good for Dad to ride I personally think is irrelevant heh if he wants talent he has me!
Anyway diary until next week .Im off to listen to the radio and encourage ginger mare with her new year fitness plan.. pole dancing isnt quite what I thought it would be but a boy isnt complaining
I think the world has gone very strange in this new year.
First of all there is a lot of the evil white stuff on the ground that we all know EATS horses. In fact there is that much of it that none of us have been out for weeks. It was kind of fun at first like a big sleep over party but its getting really boring now. Plus Im starting to get to know my fellow stable mates a little bit more than I think is healthy. Seriously some of them can fart for England. I know a touch of flatulence cant be helped but when they are holding competitions as to who can do the loudest one then its offensive. Thats before I mention some of the conversation topics. My young innocent ears are positively mortified as to what the older boys and girls have been talking about I had NO idea that jump had a different connotation to the one where theres fences involved.
Mum and Dad come down twice a day to see me, make me move into wise old Timmys old stable so they can clean out mine and then the last few days theyve been making me walk out into the white stuff! Do they not love me? Yesterday the white stuff was moving towards me all the time and I was not happy at all. Dad told me it was the wind and to stop being such a poof. Its alright for him hed not suddenly grown 4 inches taller and wasnt trying to control 4 feet that suddenly had a mind of their own. Mum did get all the nasty white stuff out of my feet when I came back inside but still I think there was no need to put me in that kind of danger.
I did briefly organise a blow away the white stuff party the other night but after two of us started hyperventilating and ginger-not-totally-wench-like mare fainted I figured we were fighting a battle we cant win.
Mum bought me a new treat ball to play with yesterday so I got my own back on all the farters by keeping them awake all night kicking it into the wall. Things went slightly wrong when a rather enthusiastic kick sent it into the air and into the water bucket mum has put in for me. Its perhaps worthy of note that this does not aid retrieving the treats out of it they swell up and then get stuck. I havent been so frustrated since fit mare told me she was naked and mum had put my rugs up so I couldnt see
Mum has told me her and Dad are still on the hunt for a new brother or sister for me since poof bags departure but all the white stuff means that theres no point in going to see anyone as they wont be able to ride him or her. Now personally I think theyre missing the point. I think to make up for my recent hardships I should be allowed to go with them and judge my new sibling on looks, character and whether I could kick their ass in a field fight. Im fed up of always being the little brother. Whether theyre any good for Dad to ride I personally think is irrelevant heh if he wants talent he has me!
Anyway diary until next week .Im off to listen to the radio and encourage ginger mare with her new year fitness plan.. pole dancing isnt quite what I thought it would be but a boy isnt complaining
