Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
This week I have moved further from the dog house and more towards the horse Hilton. This week I have been a good boy. I know this because mother keeps repeating it as if I didnt hear her the first time round. I am many thinks mum but deaf isnt one of them.
Last weekend it was very hot so mum decided that I could do some work on the lunge instead. This is roughly translated as she didnt want to get hot and sweaty but it was ok for me to. Needless to say with a small amount of matyred sighing I did everything she asked for, executed some lovely transitions up and down the gears (even if I do say so myself!) and generally behaved. She seemed rather pleased with all of that so I was happy.
Dad took me out on Tuesday for a hack with fancy pants and despite him walking slow enough for his feet to set into the raod we had a nice time.
Then yesterday mum and Dad said I was having an MOT. I had no idea what this meant but was soon to find out. First the nice german man came up to me in the field, gave me a cuddle and then walloped a great big needle in my neck. One of these days I am going to stop falling for that old chestnut. Then Evil Army Man arrived. I thought it was odd as mum didnt have her riding clothes on and he was wearing a rather camp all in one jumpsuit number - but going on the fact he has nuzzled me a few times (and I am very broad minded) I didnt think much of this. It was only when he produced his buckets of torture implements my thoughts of a fun afternoon jumping finally vanished.
This time apparently he was so sure I am a brave boy he decided to use power tools. What this meant is having a large drill stuck in my mouth and switched ON!! I have seen people drill holes in WALLS with drills! Anyway what with mum cooing good boy and EAM having a vice like grip on my headcollar, we managed to get through the experience without my pointing out to EAM what I really thought by planting my shoe up his nose. I have to admit it was over a lot faster than normal but still Im not sure Im keen on this power tool idea. What with that and his head torch on EAM is starting to look like some sort of insane professor. Remind me to keep a close eye on him if he steals and of my hair etc Ill know for sure he has flipped and is creating frankenhorse in the back barn. He did however say what a good boy I was so mum was chuffed. What me being good has to do with her skills as a horse owner I have no idea, but hey mum in a good mood = treats and a neck scratch so all is good.
This morning I went out with mum for a hack, the first one we have been on together in ages. We went with big Billy from the stable next to me. He is HUGE! And quite brave so I decided to man up and not throw a complete abdab at every tractor that came by. Admittedly three pigeons doing a below radar fly by out of the hedge did make me jump which was rather uncool but I dont think he noticed. I did manage not to embarrass myself in front of the cement lorry and the crop sprayer so all was good. We even had a trot and things which is most unlike mum so I think shes been taking some of that confidence stuff again - which is cool because I swear I heard her ask EAM for a xc lesson soon. Yippee!
Anyway I am off to lap up the attention of being the bestest pony ever (whatever that means?) for a while longer. Laters ..
This week I have moved further from the dog house and more towards the horse Hilton. This week I have been a good boy. I know this because mother keeps repeating it as if I didnt hear her the first time round. I am many thinks mum but deaf isnt one of them.
Last weekend it was very hot so mum decided that I could do some work on the lunge instead. This is roughly translated as she didnt want to get hot and sweaty but it was ok for me to. Needless to say with a small amount of matyred sighing I did everything she asked for, executed some lovely transitions up and down the gears (even if I do say so myself!) and generally behaved. She seemed rather pleased with all of that so I was happy.
Dad took me out on Tuesday for a hack with fancy pants and despite him walking slow enough for his feet to set into the raod we had a nice time.
Then yesterday mum and Dad said I was having an MOT. I had no idea what this meant but was soon to find out. First the nice german man came up to me in the field, gave me a cuddle and then walloped a great big needle in my neck. One of these days I am going to stop falling for that old chestnut. Then Evil Army Man arrived. I thought it was odd as mum didnt have her riding clothes on and he was wearing a rather camp all in one jumpsuit number - but going on the fact he has nuzzled me a few times (and I am very broad minded) I didnt think much of this. It was only when he produced his buckets of torture implements my thoughts of a fun afternoon jumping finally vanished.
This time apparently he was so sure I am a brave boy he decided to use power tools. What this meant is having a large drill stuck in my mouth and switched ON!! I have seen people drill holes in WALLS with drills! Anyway what with mum cooing good boy and EAM having a vice like grip on my headcollar, we managed to get through the experience without my pointing out to EAM what I really thought by planting my shoe up his nose. I have to admit it was over a lot faster than normal but still Im not sure Im keen on this power tool idea. What with that and his head torch on EAM is starting to look like some sort of insane professor. Remind me to keep a close eye on him if he steals and of my hair etc Ill know for sure he has flipped and is creating frankenhorse in the back barn. He did however say what a good boy I was so mum was chuffed. What me being good has to do with her skills as a horse owner I have no idea, but hey mum in a good mood = treats and a neck scratch so all is good.
This morning I went out with mum for a hack, the first one we have been on together in ages. We went with big Billy from the stable next to me. He is HUGE! And quite brave so I decided to man up and not throw a complete abdab at every tractor that came by. Admittedly three pigeons doing a below radar fly by out of the hedge did make me jump which was rather uncool but I dont think he noticed. I did manage not to embarrass myself in front of the cement lorry and the crop sprayer so all was good. We even had a trot and things which is most unlike mum so I think shes been taking some of that confidence stuff again - which is cool because I swear I heard her ask EAM for a xc lesson soon. Yippee!
Anyway I am off to lap up the attention of being the bestest pony ever (whatever that means?) for a while longer. Laters ..
I have also discovered I like bananas now, so next time Thelwell_Girl is anywhere near me me with one of those yellow things I am SO gonna nick it right out of her human hands! Bwahahaa 
