Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
I have a new brother! Although how happy I am about it is still up for debate.
He arrived the other night and my first thoughts were he seemed quite cool but then he snored all night so I was not best impressed by the morning. Plus I had to lend him a pair of PJs as poof bags old ones were too big.
When Mum and Dad came down mum gave me lots of love but Dad went straight to see new fancy pants so I think something needs to be done to remind everyone of the hierarchy around here. I get fuss first then everyone else. Like duh! Its not difficult. Well new boy is not as weak as he looks as he managed to break the stable chain and escape I was quite impressed I cant do that and Im much bigger! Dad was not amused so that tickled me.
Anyway new bros name is Pride which I think makes us sound like some sort of dodgy sliced loaf. Mum says hes the same age as me so I have to decide if I want to be the older brother or the younger one. Thats a tough decision. If I say Im older I have to be mature and lead by example but Im fed up of being treated like the baby of the family. Im at a loss as to what to do ..I can hardly say were twins my neck is twice the size of his!
Anyway I am concerned that this lad is as big a poof as poof bags was. Mum took me down to the field yesterday morning when all of a sudden there was a shout from behind us and fancy pants shot past trailing his lead rope at full speed. Ill give him credit he is quite fast mind you Dad was running pretty quick trying to catch him. Mum and I waited patiently for the pair of them to stop larking about and eventually fancy pants came running back to me and mum. Like I was going to save him he needs to learn fast its every man for himself around here. Anyway hes up in the naughty you might have germs so stay away from us field for the next week so we shall see how he gets on. I think I might need to have a word about showing us up in front of the mares - I have enough problems pulling without him adding to my woes.
Mum and I might be going out for a little jump tonight at a little competition so I shall have to bring home a rosette to show Mr Dumbblood that us big boys can jump too I wont stand for another brother of mine questioning my breeding. Ok maybe mum wasnt fussy but that doesnt make me a bog trotting thicko. Apparently this fancy boy is an eventer I assume that means he thinks hes something special at cross country well hes in for a shock. Nobody does cross country like I do it so stand aside posh boy and Ill show you how its done.
Anyway well see. I hope he chills out and we can have some fun together as long as he remembers my simple rules well be fine:
1. Hay is mine. It doesnt matter if its in your haynet its still mine.
2. All mares are mine. If you think they are making eyes at you, you are mistaken.
3. Grass is mine. Unless I say you can have a bit. If I change my mind and want the bit you are standing on then you have to move. Immediately and without argument.
4. Water- the drinking trough is mine. I may from time to time allow you to drink from it but only if Im in a good mood and you groom that hard to reach bit behind my ears.
5. The cool seats on the lorry are mine. I have shotgun rights at all times.
6. I dont like over familiarity when it comes to names Sir Hovis is fine
What do you think?!!
I have a new brother! Although how happy I am about it is still up for debate.
He arrived the other night and my first thoughts were he seemed quite cool but then he snored all night so I was not best impressed by the morning. Plus I had to lend him a pair of PJs as poof bags old ones were too big.
When Mum and Dad came down mum gave me lots of love but Dad went straight to see new fancy pants so I think something needs to be done to remind everyone of the hierarchy around here. I get fuss first then everyone else. Like duh! Its not difficult. Well new boy is not as weak as he looks as he managed to break the stable chain and escape I was quite impressed I cant do that and Im much bigger! Dad was not amused so that tickled me.
Anyway new bros name is Pride which I think makes us sound like some sort of dodgy sliced loaf. Mum says hes the same age as me so I have to decide if I want to be the older brother or the younger one. Thats a tough decision. If I say Im older I have to be mature and lead by example but Im fed up of being treated like the baby of the family. Im at a loss as to what to do ..I can hardly say were twins my neck is twice the size of his!
Anyway I am concerned that this lad is as big a poof as poof bags was. Mum took me down to the field yesterday morning when all of a sudden there was a shout from behind us and fancy pants shot past trailing his lead rope at full speed. Ill give him credit he is quite fast mind you Dad was running pretty quick trying to catch him. Mum and I waited patiently for the pair of them to stop larking about and eventually fancy pants came running back to me and mum. Like I was going to save him he needs to learn fast its every man for himself around here. Anyway hes up in the naughty you might have germs so stay away from us field for the next week so we shall see how he gets on. I think I might need to have a word about showing us up in front of the mares - I have enough problems pulling without him adding to my woes.
Mum and I might be going out for a little jump tonight at a little competition so I shall have to bring home a rosette to show Mr Dumbblood that us big boys can jump too I wont stand for another brother of mine questioning my breeding. Ok maybe mum wasnt fussy but that doesnt make me a bog trotting thicko. Apparently this fancy boy is an eventer I assume that means he thinks hes something special at cross country well hes in for a shock. Nobody does cross country like I do it so stand aside posh boy and Ill show you how its done.
Anyway well see. I hope he chills out and we can have some fun together as long as he remembers my simple rules well be fine:
1. Hay is mine. It doesnt matter if its in your haynet its still mine.
2. All mares are mine. If you think they are making eyes at you, you are mistaken.
3. Grass is mine. Unless I say you can have a bit. If I change my mind and want the bit you are standing on then you have to move. Immediately and without argument.
4. Water- the drinking trough is mine. I may from time to time allow you to drink from it but only if Im in a good mood and you groom that hard to reach bit behind my ears.
5. The cool seats on the lorry are mine. I have shotgun rights at all times.
6. I dont like over familiarity when it comes to names Sir Hovis is fine
What do you think?!!