Hovis_and_SidsMum
Well-Known Member
Dear diary
I am sorry for the lateness of my entry today but mum and Aunty C have been trying to kill Billy and I for most of the morning.
Despite hurricane like conditions monsoon rains and a definite chill in the air, mother and Aunty C in their wisdom decided as they are not "fair weather riders" that we were still going out on our hack today. Admittedly this was agreed only after 20 minutes of "its up to you, i don't mind", "I don't mind, do you really want to go" which made it perfectly clear that really neither of them was keen but determined not to be the one that wussed out. I would have quite happily said I didn't want to go but sadly neither Billy nor i were given an option....
So Billy and I have endured two HOURS of slippery fields, driving rain, train lines, kamakazi ducks, lots of irrigators, tractors, postal vans, large green fuel dump things, blowing plastic bags and general mayhem so that mother and Aunty C could feel virtuous. Hah! We could have DIED, I fell over my feet at leats 40 times and theres lots of deep ditches...
Seriously if its not a cruelty case i don't know what is. This is AFTER mother made me school in the rain last night with god making loud noises and throwing light stick things at us. She did quit when the man upstairs started getting more accurate with the light stick things and they were getting a bit close. She said I was lethargic - nope mum I'm just busy messing myself at the thought of being turned into a deep fried Hovis burger at any minute.
Earlier in the week Dad took me out hacking on our own (he's still not grown out of this silly habit) and worked me in the school. So all in all I think i've been put through it enough this week without having to endure Army style training in all weathers - mum is spending too much time with Evil Army Man.
Talking of which his best friend, cool new shoes man is coming later which means i'll be expected to stand on three legs for half the evening. Why he can't hold me up I have no idea but he's got very moany about me leaning on him. At least it means i can come in out of this horrible weather - the wind is playing havoc with the long mane i have now managed to grow. I am a little alarmed as I swear I heard mum muttering something about mane pulling this weekend.
I also understand she has been on HHO asking about cutting off my feathers? AND some of you told her to do it? I thought you were my friends? My fans? My lovely people? THEN you suggest she cuts off my feathers? What kind of people are you?!! Without my feathers i will look like a fat ginger bloke with bandy legs - how the heck am i supoosed to pull looking like that? Sheesh a boy could go off you lot.........
I am sorry for the lateness of my entry today but mum and Aunty C have been trying to kill Billy and I for most of the morning.
Despite hurricane like conditions monsoon rains and a definite chill in the air, mother and Aunty C in their wisdom decided as they are not "fair weather riders" that we were still going out on our hack today. Admittedly this was agreed only after 20 minutes of "its up to you, i don't mind", "I don't mind, do you really want to go" which made it perfectly clear that really neither of them was keen but determined not to be the one that wussed out. I would have quite happily said I didn't want to go but sadly neither Billy nor i were given an option....
So Billy and I have endured two HOURS of slippery fields, driving rain, train lines, kamakazi ducks, lots of irrigators, tractors, postal vans, large green fuel dump things, blowing plastic bags and general mayhem so that mother and Aunty C could feel virtuous. Hah! We could have DIED, I fell over my feet at leats 40 times and theres lots of deep ditches...
Seriously if its not a cruelty case i don't know what is. This is AFTER mother made me school in the rain last night with god making loud noises and throwing light stick things at us. She did quit when the man upstairs started getting more accurate with the light stick things and they were getting a bit close. She said I was lethargic - nope mum I'm just busy messing myself at the thought of being turned into a deep fried Hovis burger at any minute.
Earlier in the week Dad took me out hacking on our own (he's still not grown out of this silly habit) and worked me in the school. So all in all I think i've been put through it enough this week without having to endure Army style training in all weathers - mum is spending too much time with Evil Army Man.
Talking of which his best friend, cool new shoes man is coming later which means i'll be expected to stand on three legs for half the evening. Why he can't hold me up I have no idea but he's got very moany about me leaning on him. At least it means i can come in out of this horrible weather - the wind is playing havoc with the long mane i have now managed to grow. I am a little alarmed as I swear I heard mum muttering something about mane pulling this weekend.
I also understand she has been on HHO asking about cutting off my feathers? AND some of you told her to do it? I thought you were my friends? My fans? My lovely people? THEN you suggest she cuts off my feathers? What kind of people are you?!! Without my feathers i will look like a fat ginger bloke with bandy legs - how the heck am i supoosed to pull looking like that? Sheesh a boy could go off you lot.........