Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
I think my parents hate me. After last week when I stood up and directed the tractor, I think they have decided that the only course of action left open to them is to kill me. This week has been horrific, I have been to hell and back, Dad and Aunty Sarah have pushed fancy pants and I to the limits of our endurance. I am mentally exhausted and traumatised beyond words. Ladies I need some loving to get over it all any volunteers?
At the weekend mum rode me in the school and we did some boring trotting poles, then some jumping which was fun. Then the next day aunty Sarah rode fancy pants and Dad took me and we went out for a lovely stroll in the countryside learning our new surroundings. It was v nice so when aunty Sarah came again on weds morning I was excited to be going out for another mooch. Alas father and Aunty Sarah had other ideas and put us through the most traumatic experience of my life!
First of all we rode down to this part of the road that had big gates on it. I was intrigued as to what they were trying to stop from escaping well I soon found out! Great big steel snakes with lots of bodies parts that slide along metal poles hidden in the ground!! OMG! It was HUGE! And loud. I would have wet my knickers if fancy pants wasnt too busy wetting his instead. Then when the snake had gone away we had to cross over its lair. I wasnt at all keen on this idea but faced with the prospect of Mr. Whip being landed on my bum I led the way across. Fancy pants let me get across to see if the snake ate me then legged it across too. Chicken.
Then we got to this track which seemed fine so once again I led the way with wimpy Pride practically clinging onto my tail hairs. I stepped out and .. nearly died. The ground literally moved under my feet. I couldnt contain myself and leapt forward as if fancy pants had bitten my bum. It was only when I had shot forward several paces I realised the ground was in fact made up of pebbles and thats why it had moved. I am so glad there were no girls there to see fancy pants and I jigging about like lizards on a hot tin roof. It was SO uncool. By this time I was starting to think all of this was perhaps a cunning plan to see which one of fancy pants and I was the toughest, with the wimpiest being packed off to be never seen again. So when we got back to another crossing across the metal snakes lair I calmly led the way across. Copy cat Pride followed my lead so we strode like ME N across the ground. Only for us both to leap out of our skins like girlie mice accidentally walking into a Whiskas convention when a big lorry came round the corner . My street cred by this time was out of the window.
We finally got home in one piece (just) and dad and Aunty Sarah said wed both been really good. I so wanted my mum. She never does these mean things to me. Well so I thought till she schooled me for an HOUR last night prancing about doing boring boring transitions and making me canter slowly. SLOW canters? Isnt that like the most stupid thing ever?
This morning aunty Sarah and Dad rode us out again and apart from a brief moment when I thought a van might be coming to eat me all was cool with the world. I heard mum saying that shes going to take me out with the other big boy (my next door neighbour Billy) on the yard which pleased me immensely snakes prefer bigger things to eat so itll get him before it gets me.
Other than that life has been pretty cool. The grass here is v good, I have learnt to keep away from the fences that bite and I think Im making progress with the mare in the stable across from me. If I can just get the older dude in the stable next to hers out of the way for a while then I might be able to show her that once youve had some Destroyer lurve you never want another. Any suggestions of how to do this?
I think my parents hate me. After last week when I stood up and directed the tractor, I think they have decided that the only course of action left open to them is to kill me. This week has been horrific, I have been to hell and back, Dad and Aunty Sarah have pushed fancy pants and I to the limits of our endurance. I am mentally exhausted and traumatised beyond words. Ladies I need some loving to get over it all any volunteers?
At the weekend mum rode me in the school and we did some boring trotting poles, then some jumping which was fun. Then the next day aunty Sarah rode fancy pants and Dad took me and we went out for a lovely stroll in the countryside learning our new surroundings. It was v nice so when aunty Sarah came again on weds morning I was excited to be going out for another mooch. Alas father and Aunty Sarah had other ideas and put us through the most traumatic experience of my life!
First of all we rode down to this part of the road that had big gates on it. I was intrigued as to what they were trying to stop from escaping well I soon found out! Great big steel snakes with lots of bodies parts that slide along metal poles hidden in the ground!! OMG! It was HUGE! And loud. I would have wet my knickers if fancy pants wasnt too busy wetting his instead. Then when the snake had gone away we had to cross over its lair. I wasnt at all keen on this idea but faced with the prospect of Mr. Whip being landed on my bum I led the way across. Fancy pants let me get across to see if the snake ate me then legged it across too. Chicken.
Then we got to this track which seemed fine so once again I led the way with wimpy Pride practically clinging onto my tail hairs. I stepped out and .. nearly died. The ground literally moved under my feet. I couldnt contain myself and leapt forward as if fancy pants had bitten my bum. It was only when I had shot forward several paces I realised the ground was in fact made up of pebbles and thats why it had moved. I am so glad there were no girls there to see fancy pants and I jigging about like lizards on a hot tin roof. It was SO uncool. By this time I was starting to think all of this was perhaps a cunning plan to see which one of fancy pants and I was the toughest, with the wimpiest being packed off to be never seen again. So when we got back to another crossing across the metal snakes lair I calmly led the way across. Copy cat Pride followed my lead so we strode like ME N across the ground. Only for us both to leap out of our skins like girlie mice accidentally walking into a Whiskas convention when a big lorry came round the corner . My street cred by this time was out of the window.
We finally got home in one piece (just) and dad and Aunty Sarah said wed both been really good. I so wanted my mum. She never does these mean things to me. Well so I thought till she schooled me for an HOUR last night prancing about doing boring boring transitions and making me canter slowly. SLOW canters? Isnt that like the most stupid thing ever?
This morning aunty Sarah and Dad rode us out again and apart from a brief moment when I thought a van might be coming to eat me all was cool with the world. I heard mum saying that shes going to take me out with the other big boy (my next door neighbour Billy) on the yard which pleased me immensely snakes prefer bigger things to eat so itll get him before it gets me.
Other than that life has been pretty cool. The grass here is v good, I have learnt to keep away from the fences that bite and I think Im making progress with the mare in the stable across from me. If I can just get the older dude in the stable next to hers out of the way for a while then I might be able to show her that once youve had some Destroyer lurve you never want another. Any suggestions of how to do this?
