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Dear diary
I am alarmed. I have known for some time that my mother is slowly but surely losing her marbles but it appears to be catching. Now I fear that she has passed dippyitus onto Evil Army Man and we are all now DOOMED.
I shall explain……
On Saturday it was raining, so of course muggins here is expected to work in it. Imagine my delight when therefore I saw Evil Army Mans car coming down the drive. I don’t mind getting wet if we’re going to do some jumping! Evil Army Mans mare came with him and his foal. The foal is quite sweet and seems to like me, which is of course understandable, but someone ought to tell the little dude that blowing bubbles is not a good look.
Anyway mum tacked up and off we went. EAM got the jump wings out and said mum was riding great – yada yada. I’m doing the work matey so I deserve the praise – mum just sits there and tries to look intelligent.
We rode round whilst EAM and Dad set all the wings out, got the poles out and put the poles on the floor between the wings. On the floor? What’s with that? This is why I think EAM has caught mums dippyness. Surely to jump the poles have to be in the air? Come on, I know I’m a bog trotter but even I know what jump means. Show jumping – the clue is in the title people. You have to JUMP over poles. If it were called Show Stepping I would understand what we were playing at, but unless they have changed the rules without telling me then I just don’t get it. EAM said it didn’t matter about the poles as we all know I can jump and the purpose of the exercise was for mum to practise her bit – i.e. the turns. Now hang on a minute! Just because mum is a spatially unaware muppet how come that means I have to charge about in the rain, between jump wings but don’t get to actually do the fun bit – i.e. the JUMPING?
Anyway we seemed to pass show stepping 101 as EAM seemed very pleased. I was not pleased and sulked for the rest of the day but no one seemed to notice. I have seriously got to learnt how to throw an impressive hissy fit – apparently standing behind EAM yawning when he talks about the importance of good turns is too subtle.
Damn….
On Sunday I helped mum poo pick our fields – which she really appreciated. Fancy pants and I are still together in the same field but separated by electric tape as he was getting too “clingy” with me. I’m not sure what “clingy” is exactly but I do know he screams like a girl the minute I move. He’s seriously uncool and killing any chance I might have had with the ladies.
On Sunday afternoon mum and Dad decided to introduce me to the tractor that was parked at the yard. This was in order to “desensitise” me to tractors. Now I admit I don’t like the things – they are loud, smelly and usually creep up on me when I’m out with Dad on my own. But if treats are on offer I can stand next to anything for a few minutes. Heh I’ll even eat treats of its wheels. I am not fussed. Why mum and Dad seemed so pleased with this I have no idea – I’ll still not be happy when one is up my bum on a narrow back lane with no wing man for protection……
Anyway til next week. I’m off to see if I can entice fancy pants to lean over the tape again – watching him jump 6 ft in the air when it bites him is hilarious!
 
Dear Hovis,

Pole stepping can be fun too, and in my experience, often precedes jumping, so maybe there is more jumping in the future for you? There was a horse in my field, the Noodle-Headed Arab, who screamed every time he was left, too. But I wanted to ask your advice, since you know so much about girls: now I'm in pony jail with a tiny little grey mare who screams every time I leave, and every time I come back. Do you think that maybe I have a girlfriend? Should I keep biting her if she goes for my haynet?

Carrots,
the Spooky Pony
 
As ever your diary has brightened up my Friday Hovis.

Bonnie doesn't like the "biting" fences either, she didn't realise there was a nationwide population of them, she just thought it was her field that had been invaded ! She's learnt to go nowhere near them though :)

We just started to learn how to showjump last weekend, and our trainer put up a little jump. Well Bonnie stopped, to look at the fence, and to touch it with her nose, to make sure it really WAS in the air as before we'd only had poles on the floor. So once satisfied she cat leapt it, from a standstill and the power of her big jump catapulted me onto her neck, there I was sat astride in front on my saddle. I started to slide around her neck, akin to a human scarf... Bonnie was very obliging, she lifted her head and helped me back to where I should be...in the saddle, gave me a "you muppet" look and carried on. Bonnie was very very good, me, I still have a whole lot to learn and practice !!
 
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Hovis, I look foreward to reading your diary every week. Todays was wonderful, had me in stitches. You really must get yourself a blog and let the whole world know that you are an absolute hero.
 
Wonderful as always Hovis. The trick is to hide in wait for the tractor in a gate, let it go past and then chase the evil thing up the road to show it who's boss! Just think how impressed the ladies will be when they hear that the tractor ran away from you!
 
Hovis - Your brill! - I have only just discovered you and the forum, but i'm sure to be looking for older entries and any photos you might have left for us!

Good luck with those tractors, my mare thinks that those tractors are evil because they keep cutting her luscious:D grass!
 
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