Hovis_and_SidsMum
Well-Known Member
Dear diary
It has been two weeks since my last confession I mean entry so I have much to tell you.
As you may recall on the day of my last entry I was informed by Mum that I was going to a clinic. No ladies not that kind of clinic, a JUMPING clinic. Excitedly I thought this may entail chasing fit nurses over hospital bed hurdles but alas not. It meant a group of us being beasted by Evil Army Man.
Upon arriving I was delighted to see lots of lovely ladies but they seemed to all look down their fine pedigree noses at me which I thought was rude. Admittedly mum hadnt had time to wash my feathers but still books and cover ladies, books and covers. They all looked fractionally more interested when some of my fans arrived and asked if I was indeed THE Hovis. Is there any other?!
Anyway we got on with the task in hand and soon started showing the others how its done. Well I think thats what Dad was getting excited about (he was riding as mum had been to the person who fixes ankles that morning), either that or he was be picky about being on the right leg again. We got to jump lots of jumps in a big arena which was good fun and at the end we did a full course which I of course jumped clear. Evil Army Man said to the others that they should not be deceived by my feathers and manly muscles underneath it all was a jumping machine. Still this did not seem to impress these posh SJ-ing mares so I went home alone.
The next days Mum and Dad went on holiday and left me in the capable hands of boss lady Sarah. She is very small, quite bossy and I dont dare put a foot wrong in her presence. Mum also said she could ride me so I was put through my paces. She may be small but that woman has legs of iron! And is SO fussy about little things like the correct lead and bend and flex and all sorts. Sheesh! Ive never sweat so hard since my beloved was alive and flashed her studs at me once. That said we did go on some nice hacks with Billy and his mum, and boss lady is braver than mum so lots of cantering!
Anyway time flew by and Mum and Dad came back. They tried to appease me of the fact theyd left me being beasted by bossy-correct-lead-lady by bringing me some Spanish horse treats. The Spanish people dont like their horses much do they? YUCK! So mum bought me some carrots instead much nicer.
This morning mum and I have had a nice little ride in which mum appeared to by ecstatic that I cantered each time on the right leg. Damn right mother youll turn me back over to Mrs Iron legs otherwise and I much prefer your short fat stumpy ones they dont inflict as much squeezing!
Im now off to laze in the sun and exchange notes with Billy about women, life and leg leads. Laters .
It has been two weeks since my last confession I mean entry so I have much to tell you.
As you may recall on the day of my last entry I was informed by Mum that I was going to a clinic. No ladies not that kind of clinic, a JUMPING clinic. Excitedly I thought this may entail chasing fit nurses over hospital bed hurdles but alas not. It meant a group of us being beasted by Evil Army Man.
Upon arriving I was delighted to see lots of lovely ladies but they seemed to all look down their fine pedigree noses at me which I thought was rude. Admittedly mum hadnt had time to wash my feathers but still books and cover ladies, books and covers. They all looked fractionally more interested when some of my fans arrived and asked if I was indeed THE Hovis. Is there any other?!
Anyway we got on with the task in hand and soon started showing the others how its done. Well I think thats what Dad was getting excited about (he was riding as mum had been to the person who fixes ankles that morning), either that or he was be picky about being on the right leg again. We got to jump lots of jumps in a big arena which was good fun and at the end we did a full course which I of course jumped clear. Evil Army Man said to the others that they should not be deceived by my feathers and manly muscles underneath it all was a jumping machine. Still this did not seem to impress these posh SJ-ing mares so I went home alone.
The next days Mum and Dad went on holiday and left me in the capable hands of boss lady Sarah. She is very small, quite bossy and I dont dare put a foot wrong in her presence. Mum also said she could ride me so I was put through my paces. She may be small but that woman has legs of iron! And is SO fussy about little things like the correct lead and bend and flex and all sorts. Sheesh! Ive never sweat so hard since my beloved was alive and flashed her studs at me once. That said we did go on some nice hacks with Billy and his mum, and boss lady is braver than mum so lots of cantering!
Anyway time flew by and Mum and Dad came back. They tried to appease me of the fact theyd left me being beasted by bossy-correct-lead-lady by bringing me some Spanish horse treats. The Spanish people dont like their horses much do they? YUCK! So mum bought me some carrots instead much nicer.
This morning mum and I have had a nice little ride in which mum appeared to by ecstatic that I cantered each time on the right leg. Damn right mother youll turn me back over to Mrs Iron legs otherwise and I much prefer your short fat stumpy ones they dont inflict as much squeezing!
Im now off to laze in the sun and exchange notes with Billy about women, life and leg leads. Laters .
......... pah! You can't beat a nice juicy English carrot! 
