Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
I am concerned even more about my new brother. Last week I confessed I think he LIKES me and this week I have discovered he doesnt know how to play Im a stallion! Every boy knows how to play Im a stallion so perhaps he is a girl?
Anyway this week he has finally been allowed to come and play with us and be let out of the you have germs and might kill us all field. On the morning in question Mum gave me a big lecture about being nice to him whilst dad wrapped fancy pants in some much gear he looked like a bionic horse. My other two field mates looked the same did I get any protection? Hum? NO! I cant decide if that means mum doesnt love me or that she thinks Im well hard.
Anyway we wandered down to the field and that funny white stuff that you cant see through was all in the air so I must confess I didnt even notice at first that fancy pants was with me. I of course have told the others it was because I was being aloof and cool not that I need to go to specsavers. Anyway my other two mates F and S came along shortly and we all had a sniff and a run about. This seemed also to confuse his lordship as he stood in the middle not getting the idea that we were having a race Im seriously hoping hes not going to be a kill joy. Then I tried to get him to play Im a stallion and he didnt get that either. In the end I went back to Mum to complain and see if she had any food.
Yesterday I went out with mum and we went for a trot about in the field Im starting to think mum is on that confidence stuff again because we were going quite fast and she didnt squeal once. I did get rather muddy though so when I got back I had to bite fancy pants on the nose when he dared to suggest I should be used to mud being a bog trotter from Ireland. Hey Mr Im less of a mongrel than you are warmblood ha!! Heinz 57 more like!
Anyway today I have had to babysit brother dearest whilst Aunty Sarah and Dad went out for a hack. I love my aunty Sarah as she is v cool and likes to go fast but she is a bringer of rain. She is the rainmaker. Every time she rides me I end up soaking wet and covered in mud. Which does not bode well for later as Im sure Dad said were going out more cold showers ahoy me thinks yuck yuck yuck.
Anyway new bro was ok although someone needs to tell him that fallen branches are not snakes chill dude its the dive bombing pheasants you should be worried about and those evil wheelie bins not blinking branches. Sheesh. He got to wear a fancy raincoat as well whereas yours truly had to get wet. Mum said its because I am a big brave boy and dont need one Dad says its because my bum is too big to find one to fit. A boy can dislike his father at times ..
Aunty Sarah and I also showed him how to do cross country banks as we boinged up and down the bank like a big hairy rabbit on speed. Yeah stand aside eventer boy and let me show you how its done.
Anyway I think Im going out tonight and we might be going to see Evil army man tomorrow I cannot wait to see what he does to fancy pants, its hard to look all fancy and poncy when blowing like a 50 a day smoker! Hee hee! I havent told him yet I think I might let the experience be a nice surprise does that make me a bad boy?
I am concerned even more about my new brother. Last week I confessed I think he LIKES me and this week I have discovered he doesnt know how to play Im a stallion! Every boy knows how to play Im a stallion so perhaps he is a girl?
Anyway this week he has finally been allowed to come and play with us and be let out of the you have germs and might kill us all field. On the morning in question Mum gave me a big lecture about being nice to him whilst dad wrapped fancy pants in some much gear he looked like a bionic horse. My other two field mates looked the same did I get any protection? Hum? NO! I cant decide if that means mum doesnt love me or that she thinks Im well hard.
Anyway we wandered down to the field and that funny white stuff that you cant see through was all in the air so I must confess I didnt even notice at first that fancy pants was with me. I of course have told the others it was because I was being aloof and cool not that I need to go to specsavers. Anyway my other two mates F and S came along shortly and we all had a sniff and a run about. This seemed also to confuse his lordship as he stood in the middle not getting the idea that we were having a race Im seriously hoping hes not going to be a kill joy. Then I tried to get him to play Im a stallion and he didnt get that either. In the end I went back to Mum to complain and see if she had any food.
Yesterday I went out with mum and we went for a trot about in the field Im starting to think mum is on that confidence stuff again because we were going quite fast and she didnt squeal once. I did get rather muddy though so when I got back I had to bite fancy pants on the nose when he dared to suggest I should be used to mud being a bog trotter from Ireland. Hey Mr Im less of a mongrel than you are warmblood ha!! Heinz 57 more like!
Anyway today I have had to babysit brother dearest whilst Aunty Sarah and Dad went out for a hack. I love my aunty Sarah as she is v cool and likes to go fast but she is a bringer of rain. She is the rainmaker. Every time she rides me I end up soaking wet and covered in mud. Which does not bode well for later as Im sure Dad said were going out more cold showers ahoy me thinks yuck yuck yuck.
Anyway new bro was ok although someone needs to tell him that fallen branches are not snakes chill dude its the dive bombing pheasants you should be worried about and those evil wheelie bins not blinking branches. Sheesh. He got to wear a fancy raincoat as well whereas yours truly had to get wet. Mum said its because I am a big brave boy and dont need one Dad says its because my bum is too big to find one to fit. A boy can dislike his father at times ..
Aunty Sarah and I also showed him how to do cross country banks as we boinged up and down the bank like a big hairy rabbit on speed. Yeah stand aside eventer boy and let me show you how its done.
Anyway I think Im going out tonight and we might be going to see Evil army man tomorrow I cannot wait to see what he does to fancy pants, its hard to look all fancy and poncy when blowing like a 50 a day smoker! Hee hee! I havent told him yet I think I might let the experience be a nice surprise does that make me a bad boy?
