Hovis_and_SidsMum
Well-Known Member
Dear diary
Fancy Pants has left the building! He is away on trial trial for what Im not sure? Crimes against masculine geldings by being a big girls blouse? Mum says its so he can be assessed. I could have done that for them and saved the trouble:
Is he a horse? Yes tick
Does he have four legs? Yes, tick.
Can he jump very big fences? Damn his eyes, yes, tick.
Is he an utter poof, frightened of his own shadow who screams like a girl? Oh definitely yes, tick.
There you go, job done. In summary he is a talented dipstick who is a prancing pansy. Simples.
Mum said he shouted for me the whole journey to his new yard what a pansy. I dont do shouting and creating, I am the strong silent type, although I did let myself down this morning and whinny to mum. Ooops.
Anyway mum is still lame so Dad had been riding me. Weve been out hacking on our own what is it with Dad and this flying solo business? I much prefer going with someone else as I can leap behind them if required but Dad says I have to learn to be brave and go by myself. Seriously I dont think I do.
Then mum mentioned that Dad might be taking me to a show tomorrow so last night we practised jumping. Now Dad has funny ideas about hacking but I much prefer his ideas about jumping. I am therefore hoping that tomorrow is an actual SHOW and not another jumping over trotting poles competing against small children and ponies the size of dogs i.e. Mums idea of a show. Apparently it is at the place that mum flashed her knickers at everyone so I am hoping this time she manages to keep her underwear choices between her and Dad and not share them with every person in the crowd.
So last night Dad and I jumped over some fences whilst mum shouted encouragement. Im not sure who all the good boy, clever boy was aimed at me or Dad but either way both of us ignored her. Dad has the same yeehaa approach to jumping that I have, so what we lack in style, finesse, and talent we make up for in thundering enthusiasm and boing-boing-ability.
Well probably flatten every fence there but heh itll be fun. Im hoping this time Dad might get the hint when I kick as we go past that happy hen place. I so want to at least try the idea of 1,000 happy mares and 3 ecstatic geldings. So ladies mass HHO horse meet up at mine this weekend? You bring yourselves Ill supply the hay and the lurve. What do you say?
Fancy Pants has left the building! He is away on trial trial for what Im not sure? Crimes against masculine geldings by being a big girls blouse? Mum says its so he can be assessed. I could have done that for them and saved the trouble:
Is he a horse? Yes tick
Does he have four legs? Yes, tick.
Can he jump very big fences? Damn his eyes, yes, tick.
Is he an utter poof, frightened of his own shadow who screams like a girl? Oh definitely yes, tick.
There you go, job done. In summary he is a talented dipstick who is a prancing pansy. Simples.
Mum said he shouted for me the whole journey to his new yard what a pansy. I dont do shouting and creating, I am the strong silent type, although I did let myself down this morning and whinny to mum. Ooops.
Anyway mum is still lame so Dad had been riding me. Weve been out hacking on our own what is it with Dad and this flying solo business? I much prefer going with someone else as I can leap behind them if required but Dad says I have to learn to be brave and go by myself. Seriously I dont think I do.
Then mum mentioned that Dad might be taking me to a show tomorrow so last night we practised jumping. Now Dad has funny ideas about hacking but I much prefer his ideas about jumping. I am therefore hoping that tomorrow is an actual SHOW and not another jumping over trotting poles competing against small children and ponies the size of dogs i.e. Mums idea of a show. Apparently it is at the place that mum flashed her knickers at everyone so I am hoping this time she manages to keep her underwear choices between her and Dad and not share them with every person in the crowd.
So last night Dad and I jumped over some fences whilst mum shouted encouragement. Im not sure who all the good boy, clever boy was aimed at me or Dad but either way both of us ignored her. Dad has the same yeehaa approach to jumping that I have, so what we lack in style, finesse, and talent we make up for in thundering enthusiasm and boing-boing-ability.
Well probably flatten every fence there but heh itll be fun. Im hoping this time Dad might get the hint when I kick as we go past that happy hen place. I so want to at least try the idea of 1,000 happy mares and 3 ecstatic geldings. So ladies mass HHO horse meet up at mine this weekend? You bring yourselves Ill supply the hay and the lurve. What do you say?
