Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
I think my heart may be slowing healing from the loss of my beloved fit mare. On Saturday I found myself surrounded by girls and whilst none of them were as lovely as her, I did quite like a couple of them!!
Anyway I will explain. On sat fancy pants and I went to evil army mans house for a lesson. He called me rude names as I got on the lorry so I spent the journey there trying to kill him. Unfortunately those dastardly bars between us prevented me ripping his head off but I had a good go none the less.
When we got there Mum said I was going first so she led me off the lorry into evil army mans yard. Cue fancy pants throwing a MASSIVE strop. It was SO embarrassing. He was calling for me, jumping up and down and generally being a complete girl I wanted to die. After a brief discussion (which to my disappointment didnt include an option to send him away to naughty school) EAMs lovely girlfriend took one of her mares out and let fancy pants go into her stable. At least it made him stop yelling like a girl ..
Anyway I went to warm up and not-so-evil-army-man said wed do some jumping. Yippee thought I. Oh no said mother I want to work on my position today. WHAT?!! So instead of fun jumping we did boring boring boring walking and trotting with me having to hold my own head up and mother faffing about with her legs. The woman is such a killjoy. All this whilst being rained on life is so cruel. I havent even mentioned the fact she gave me a cold shower on friday night then didnt even take me jumping. It was v windy and someone told her the warm up was outside so she wussed out. Oh and the fact shes hacked off my bum hairs with a pair of sissors slipped, giggled and told me itd grow out soon. My ass has steps up it like the stairway to heaven. Im seriously hoping Im wrong about my new brother otherwise I could be in BIG trouble. I think Im close to be an RSPCA case .
On Saturday after I was finished an HOUR and a HALF later I was allowed to swap places with fancy pants and go into one of EAMs stables. That was quite cool. For a start someone had left all their hay in a big bucket thing on the wall rather than in a haynet I want one of those things, its SO much easier to fill your face than having to pull your tea out of little holes! Then I looked up and noticed all the GIRLS!! I had one either side of me, one in front of me phewee! Hubba hubba was I happy or what?! If it wasnt for the fact I would miss mum and EAM cannot be trusted not a) snog my face or b) work me until I look like a TB, I would quite like to stay there. Maybe I could go on holiday there for a few days?
Anyway fancy pants went off to do some work and apparently he jumped very high with Dad about 1m mum said. I have to say I thought that was cool so we became friends in the lorry until we got close to home and he suggested my bum leaning on the screens between us was too big and was squashing him. Ha! War then resumed until we got home
On Tuesday Dad and I went on a fab hack together down to the woods and back and totally eradicated any trace of the nice clean feathers that mum had worked so hard to achieve. Ha! Thatll teach her to wash my legs in cold water and that fairy stuff! Im not a fairy I am the destroyer and I look better covered in mud its far more manly.
On the way home we say Mr W who owns the big house down the road dad and him stood talking and dad said hed got the horse equivalent of a range rover and a Ferrari. My question dear diary, is which one am I?
I think my heart may be slowing healing from the loss of my beloved fit mare. On Saturday I found myself surrounded by girls and whilst none of them were as lovely as her, I did quite like a couple of them!!
Anyway I will explain. On sat fancy pants and I went to evil army mans house for a lesson. He called me rude names as I got on the lorry so I spent the journey there trying to kill him. Unfortunately those dastardly bars between us prevented me ripping his head off but I had a good go none the less.
When we got there Mum said I was going first so she led me off the lorry into evil army mans yard. Cue fancy pants throwing a MASSIVE strop. It was SO embarrassing. He was calling for me, jumping up and down and generally being a complete girl I wanted to die. After a brief discussion (which to my disappointment didnt include an option to send him away to naughty school) EAMs lovely girlfriend took one of her mares out and let fancy pants go into her stable. At least it made him stop yelling like a girl ..
Anyway I went to warm up and not-so-evil-army-man said wed do some jumping. Yippee thought I. Oh no said mother I want to work on my position today. WHAT?!! So instead of fun jumping we did boring boring boring walking and trotting with me having to hold my own head up and mother faffing about with her legs. The woman is such a killjoy. All this whilst being rained on life is so cruel. I havent even mentioned the fact she gave me a cold shower on friday night then didnt even take me jumping. It was v windy and someone told her the warm up was outside so she wussed out. Oh and the fact shes hacked off my bum hairs with a pair of sissors slipped, giggled and told me itd grow out soon. My ass has steps up it like the stairway to heaven. Im seriously hoping Im wrong about my new brother otherwise I could be in BIG trouble. I think Im close to be an RSPCA case .
On Saturday after I was finished an HOUR and a HALF later I was allowed to swap places with fancy pants and go into one of EAMs stables. That was quite cool. For a start someone had left all their hay in a big bucket thing on the wall rather than in a haynet I want one of those things, its SO much easier to fill your face than having to pull your tea out of little holes! Then I looked up and noticed all the GIRLS!! I had one either side of me, one in front of me phewee! Hubba hubba was I happy or what?! If it wasnt for the fact I would miss mum and EAM cannot be trusted not a) snog my face or b) work me until I look like a TB, I would quite like to stay there. Maybe I could go on holiday there for a few days?
Anyway fancy pants went off to do some work and apparently he jumped very high with Dad about 1m mum said. I have to say I thought that was cool so we became friends in the lorry until we got close to home and he suggested my bum leaning on the screens between us was too big and was squashing him. Ha! War then resumed until we got home
On Tuesday Dad and I went on a fab hack together down to the woods and back and totally eradicated any trace of the nice clean feathers that mum had worked so hard to achieve. Ha! Thatll teach her to wash my legs in cold water and that fairy stuff! Im not a fairy I am the destroyer and I look better covered in mud its far more manly.
On the way home we say Mr W who owns the big house down the road dad and him stood talking and dad said hed got the horse equivalent of a range rover and a Ferrari. My question dear diary, is which one am I?
