Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
This week has been mostly fun after a horrible time last week (youll have to read last weeks diary as I cannot even bring myself to discuss it again).
This week I have finally achieved the turbo charged status that I have wanted for so long. I now know how my beautiful fit mare used to kick my bottom in stubble field races she drank nice tasting stuff before we went out! After my horrific experience last week I think mum and dad felt guilty because dad gave me this really yummy stuff to drink in two big tubs in my stable. Apparently it is called cordial. All I know is it tasted of apples and berries and it was really nice but best of all was the effect it had on my legs!!
On Saturday Dad took me round the big fields at the back of the yard and mum came up with the thing that barks to take pictures of me. Well we had a nice little walk and I noticed how much my legs wanted to run so when dad asked me to go a bit faster who was I to argue? Yeeeehhhaaaaa! I have never been able to run so fast! Dad was so excited too he was squeaking with pleasure .or maybe that was the air leaving his lungs as he tried to breathe against the G force? Im not sure. Dad and I did have a little disagreement about how far we should run but he came round to my way of thinking and we did 3 laps of the field at full tilt, cowabunga, feather flying warp speed. It was ACE!!
I am a little concerned that mum and dad didnt share my view point as that night they took away the nice tasting stuff. Its so unfair. For the first time I could whoop the bottom of anyone who wanted to challenge me to a race. I was going to change my name from The Destroyer to The Feathery Flyer (Do you like that? I thought it had a certain ring).
Alas when mum took me out the next day my legs didnt want to run fast anymore? How does that work? I can still go fast for a big boy but I am no longer a blur streaking past at 1,000mph.
I have gone out on my own quite a bit this week with Dad as Mum has been away. We even went as far as the river bank all by ourselves (I have given up on trying to tell Dad we need a wing man as quite clearly he is mad). Whilst, as ever, I was a good brave boy Im not happy with these new style puddles that seem to be all the rage at the minute. The ones that look like white hard stuff so you stand on them then they crack and you get wet feet. Personally I dont think thats sporting or funny. They could at least make the water in them warm rather than freezing cold.
I got all excited last week as mum and dad went to see a new brother who is YOUNGER than me. That would make my day as Im fed up of being the little brother. Dad is apparently concerned hes too young though and I swear he said hes green. GREEN? I may be a bit thick but surely anything thats green is more likely to be an alien? Either that or hes got a seriously bad cold .. Mum and dad are going to see a potential new brother at the weekend whos a bit older than me but not by much so well wait and see. I hope they find someone soon as I much prefer going out with someone else. It gives me someone to roll my eyes at when mum is singing.
Anyway Ill let you know how they get on next week. In the meantime does anyone know where I can get 4 tennis rackets and some string the white stuff is back .
This week has been mostly fun after a horrible time last week (youll have to read last weeks diary as I cannot even bring myself to discuss it again).
This week I have finally achieved the turbo charged status that I have wanted for so long. I now know how my beautiful fit mare used to kick my bottom in stubble field races she drank nice tasting stuff before we went out! After my horrific experience last week I think mum and dad felt guilty because dad gave me this really yummy stuff to drink in two big tubs in my stable. Apparently it is called cordial. All I know is it tasted of apples and berries and it was really nice but best of all was the effect it had on my legs!!
On Saturday Dad took me round the big fields at the back of the yard and mum came up with the thing that barks to take pictures of me. Well we had a nice little walk and I noticed how much my legs wanted to run so when dad asked me to go a bit faster who was I to argue? Yeeeehhhaaaaa! I have never been able to run so fast! Dad was so excited too he was squeaking with pleasure .or maybe that was the air leaving his lungs as he tried to breathe against the G force? Im not sure. Dad and I did have a little disagreement about how far we should run but he came round to my way of thinking and we did 3 laps of the field at full tilt, cowabunga, feather flying warp speed. It was ACE!!
I am a little concerned that mum and dad didnt share my view point as that night they took away the nice tasting stuff. Its so unfair. For the first time I could whoop the bottom of anyone who wanted to challenge me to a race. I was going to change my name from The Destroyer to The Feathery Flyer (Do you like that? I thought it had a certain ring).
Alas when mum took me out the next day my legs didnt want to run fast anymore? How does that work? I can still go fast for a big boy but I am no longer a blur streaking past at 1,000mph.
I have gone out on my own quite a bit this week with Dad as Mum has been away. We even went as far as the river bank all by ourselves (I have given up on trying to tell Dad we need a wing man as quite clearly he is mad). Whilst, as ever, I was a good brave boy Im not happy with these new style puddles that seem to be all the rage at the minute. The ones that look like white hard stuff so you stand on them then they crack and you get wet feet. Personally I dont think thats sporting or funny. They could at least make the water in them warm rather than freezing cold.
I got all excited last week as mum and dad went to see a new brother who is YOUNGER than me. That would make my day as Im fed up of being the little brother. Dad is apparently concerned hes too young though and I swear he said hes green. GREEN? I may be a bit thick but surely anything thats green is more likely to be an alien? Either that or hes got a seriously bad cold .. Mum and dad are going to see a potential new brother at the weekend whos a bit older than me but not by much so well wait and see. I hope they find someone soon as I much prefer going out with someone else. It gives me someone to roll my eyes at when mum is singing.
Anyway Ill let you know how they get on next week. In the meantime does anyone know where I can get 4 tennis rackets and some string the white stuff is back .
