Hovis_and_SidsMum
Well-Known Member
Dear diary
I am writing this from within a kennel. I believe thats where dogs live and I am in the dog house. Big time. I shall explain why in a minute.
Last Friday all was well with the world, the sun was shining, I was naked, eating grass, hanging out with fancy pants and trying to ogle the girl in the next field without being too obvious. When a car came down the drive. HIS car. I had prayed with all my heart that when we moved Evil Army Man wouldnt know where we had gone so thus couldnt come and beast us silly. Drat it though the man found us and made me spend an hour prancing about like some queen dressage pansy with my head on my chest, CARRYING my own head. Someone report the man to the RSPCA. I have a BIG head. Its heavy. I shouldnt be made to carry it thats what mums are for. She in fairness was puffing and blowing like she was doing something difficult so he made her get off. Now to those of you who have never met EAM all I can tell you is that when he stride towards you and puts his foot in a stirrup its time to start praying. Needless to say I am no feathery fool so instantly I decided that carrying my own head wasnt so bad after all and proceeded to do my best impression of the dressage fairies I have seen at competitions. Mum starting using all sorts of rude words but whether they were aimed at EAM or me Im not sure .. maybe both of us?
Then he made her take me down the road on our OWN. The man is a sadist. I love my mum dearly but seriously she is no use to me fighting one of those big tractor things. Luckily we didnt see any so all was ok but it was a close run thing.
Then all weekend mum practised what EAM had shown her. Not content with ruining my Friday he ruined my weekend too. Seriously mum is turning into a right teachers pet. To compensate Dad did take me for a quick hack and we had a great yeehaa canter up a track. That was fun. The rest of the weekend sucked.
Wednesday night dad took me in the school and made me do lots of boring transitions including trot to canter. So I got my own back and refused to go on the correct leg. This went on for a while until I realised I was in danger of missing tea if I didnt play ball so then showed him I can do it when I feel like it.
Thats another thing. All the other people at our place are being made to stay out at night. Do you think their mums dont love them? Id FREEZE if I had to stay out at night and theres no way I am sleeping with fancy pants to stay warm. Sod Darwins theory of intelligent beasts staying alive Id rather be extinct than wake up cuddling Pride, with him slobbering in my ear. Mum says when the weather is a bit warmer we can stay out if we want. Ha! Not bleeding likely mother. I like my bed and my PJs and my hay and having some me time away from his lordship.
Anyway yesterday morning I was roused out of my bed by Mum and Aunty Sarah. Aunty Sarah took Pride and Dad took me to keep them company on a little hack. This is apparently because I am sensible. Yeah. About that .. Now I swear I was not scared as that would be unmanly, I was concerned the tractor driver was lost so I was trying to show him the way. So to do that I HAD to take both my front feet off the floor . and spin round to point ..
Dad is not amused, Mum is not amused, Aunty Sarah seemed to think it was very funny. Dad did suggest he was amazed that I could get my front feet off the ground in the first place, even if it was only a little tiny bit. So if you never hear from me again I have not escaped from the dog house. Can someone please smuggle me a carrot as I think the likelihood of me getting any in my tea tonight are something akin to zero
I am writing this from within a kennel. I believe thats where dogs live and I am in the dog house. Big time. I shall explain why in a minute.
Last Friday all was well with the world, the sun was shining, I was naked, eating grass, hanging out with fancy pants and trying to ogle the girl in the next field without being too obvious. When a car came down the drive. HIS car. I had prayed with all my heart that when we moved Evil Army Man wouldnt know where we had gone so thus couldnt come and beast us silly. Drat it though the man found us and made me spend an hour prancing about like some queen dressage pansy with my head on my chest, CARRYING my own head. Someone report the man to the RSPCA. I have a BIG head. Its heavy. I shouldnt be made to carry it thats what mums are for. She in fairness was puffing and blowing like she was doing something difficult so he made her get off. Now to those of you who have never met EAM all I can tell you is that when he stride towards you and puts his foot in a stirrup its time to start praying. Needless to say I am no feathery fool so instantly I decided that carrying my own head wasnt so bad after all and proceeded to do my best impression of the dressage fairies I have seen at competitions. Mum starting using all sorts of rude words but whether they were aimed at EAM or me Im not sure .. maybe both of us?
Then he made her take me down the road on our OWN. The man is a sadist. I love my mum dearly but seriously she is no use to me fighting one of those big tractor things. Luckily we didnt see any so all was ok but it was a close run thing.
Then all weekend mum practised what EAM had shown her. Not content with ruining my Friday he ruined my weekend too. Seriously mum is turning into a right teachers pet. To compensate Dad did take me for a quick hack and we had a great yeehaa canter up a track. That was fun. The rest of the weekend sucked.
Wednesday night dad took me in the school and made me do lots of boring transitions including trot to canter. So I got my own back and refused to go on the correct leg. This went on for a while until I realised I was in danger of missing tea if I didnt play ball so then showed him I can do it when I feel like it.
Thats another thing. All the other people at our place are being made to stay out at night. Do you think their mums dont love them? Id FREEZE if I had to stay out at night and theres no way I am sleeping with fancy pants to stay warm. Sod Darwins theory of intelligent beasts staying alive Id rather be extinct than wake up cuddling Pride, with him slobbering in my ear. Mum says when the weather is a bit warmer we can stay out if we want. Ha! Not bleeding likely mother. I like my bed and my PJs and my hay and having some me time away from his lordship.
Anyway yesterday morning I was roused out of my bed by Mum and Aunty Sarah. Aunty Sarah took Pride and Dad took me to keep them company on a little hack. This is apparently because I am sensible. Yeah. About that .. Now I swear I was not scared as that would be unmanly, I was concerned the tractor driver was lost so I was trying to show him the way. So to do that I HAD to take both my front feet off the floor . and spin round to point ..
Dad is not amused, Mum is not amused, Aunty Sarah seemed to think it was very funny. Dad did suggest he was amazed that I could get my front feet off the ground in the first place, even if it was only a little tiny bit. So if you never hear from me again I have not escaped from the dog house. Can someone please smuggle me a carrot as I think the likelihood of me getting any in my tea tonight are something akin to zero