Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
Well I am pleased to announce I have survived a week with no more incidents involving my brother. I am however now dying of heat stroke as God appears to have turned the oven up. Us boys from the emerald isle are not built to cope with sahara style heat waves. I am wilting away in a pile of my own sweat. I am trying to ensure I keep my nose out of the sun and thus not burnt before mum makes me wear that mask thing again and any hope I might have of pulling Crazy Daisy vanishes like a carrot near fancy pants mouth.
Last weekend mum, obviously buoyed up by my superb jumping the week before, decided to jump me again. In canter across an angle .over a v high cross pole .. Now if she cant get me there straight how was I supposed to know we were aiming at the low part of the cross not the top of the poles near the wing? Mum squarked like a goosed chicken and did an inspection of my ears mid jump. As we landed I did notice mum was now swinging around my neck like a very large ungainly human necklace so I duly stopped and allowed her to sort herself out. Its a good job I am the patient type. Seriously mum its not difficult I jump the jump, you hang on and dont end up over my head. Sheeesh.
Anyway we have now gone back to jumping in trot in preparation for a show tomorrow. Im fairly sure by show mum means were going to be competing against ponies that barely reach my knee caps again but heh if I get polos I can swallow the shame.
Mind you Im still smarting over the fact she made me practise last night in 100 degree heat. I could have DIED. Its surely cruelty to expect me to jump over things when its 110 degrees. She did give me a nice cold shower afterwards which sort of made up for it but I still think she has an evil streak. Note to self though whilst having a bath dont keep trying to open the boss ladies wheelie bins with your mouth. For some reason it causes your bottom to sting. Clever things those wheelie bins ..
Today we are moving field which is great. I get nearer to the girls and we have loads more grass to eat. I like this new place we live theres always loads of grass. I am not happy that fancy pants is staying at home tomorrow eating all the new grass whereas I have to go and sweat my whatsits off cavorting around with small children and fences that mum could jump over let alone me. Maybe I could suggest that? Ill jump on her back and she can run around the jumps? What do you think? Failing that do you think theres any chance of her mistaking fancy pants for me and taking him instead? Suggestions please.
Well I am pleased to announce I have survived a week with no more incidents involving my brother. I am however now dying of heat stroke as God appears to have turned the oven up. Us boys from the emerald isle are not built to cope with sahara style heat waves. I am wilting away in a pile of my own sweat. I am trying to ensure I keep my nose out of the sun and thus not burnt before mum makes me wear that mask thing again and any hope I might have of pulling Crazy Daisy vanishes like a carrot near fancy pants mouth.
Last weekend mum, obviously buoyed up by my superb jumping the week before, decided to jump me again. In canter across an angle .over a v high cross pole .. Now if she cant get me there straight how was I supposed to know we were aiming at the low part of the cross not the top of the poles near the wing? Mum squarked like a goosed chicken and did an inspection of my ears mid jump. As we landed I did notice mum was now swinging around my neck like a very large ungainly human necklace so I duly stopped and allowed her to sort herself out. Its a good job I am the patient type. Seriously mum its not difficult I jump the jump, you hang on and dont end up over my head. Sheeesh.
Anyway we have now gone back to jumping in trot in preparation for a show tomorrow. Im fairly sure by show mum means were going to be competing against ponies that barely reach my knee caps again but heh if I get polos I can swallow the shame.
Mind you Im still smarting over the fact she made me practise last night in 100 degree heat. I could have DIED. Its surely cruelty to expect me to jump over things when its 110 degrees. She did give me a nice cold shower afterwards which sort of made up for it but I still think she has an evil streak. Note to self though whilst having a bath dont keep trying to open the boss ladies wheelie bins with your mouth. For some reason it causes your bottom to sting. Clever things those wheelie bins ..
Today we are moving field which is great. I get nearer to the girls and we have loads more grass to eat. I like this new place we live theres always loads of grass. I am not happy that fancy pants is staying at home tomorrow eating all the new grass whereas I have to go and sweat my whatsits off cavorting around with small children and fences that mum could jump over let alone me. Maybe I could suggest that? Ill jump on her back and she can run around the jumps? What do you think? Failing that do you think theres any chance of her mistaking fancy pants for me and taking him instead? Suggestions please.
Still, it did mean I got lots of tasty haylage. Then gran put me into the starvation paddock at the end of the yard, so Tom could still see me but so that I could get some grass (its all green and tasy, just a small field) and that made him squeal and kick the door with his supposedly "Broken" foot. 
i love jumping tooo 
