Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
I am in the dog house. Mum is not happy with me at all. All was fine until this morning - I will explain more in a minute.
This week boss lady Sarah has looked after me for the beginning part of the week. This followed a weekend of mum poncing me about the menage - this apparently was due to being "inspired" by that Tortila bloke. Now call me old fashioned but what some mexican dude who calls himself after a dorrito crisp has to do with me parading around our arena with my head on my chest I have NO idea. Apparently there has been some games on recently and lots of horses were invited. I took afront at this - why wasn't I invited? Was it some elitist WB party where hairy macho men like me weren't allowed in? I heard Mum telling Aunty C that some bloke called Fox-in-a-hole had done very well. Yeah well I bet he'd not win the apple bobbing games if I'd been there?
I got thinking about why I'd not been invited to this games party and concluded that you have to have a posh name to get on the guest list. That Moorlands Tortila dude got in so this got me thinking........... I'd now like you all to call me "Boglands Quaver". I think it has a certain ring about it don't you? Thus newly named I have awaited my invite all week to these games but one has not turned up yet. Do you think its got lost in the post?
Whilst I waited for my invite I was grazing alone yesterday when this big machine started ploughing up the earth in the field next to me - needless to say I wasn't too happy about this and I admit got myself into a bit of a lather. Well more than a bit - I was more lathered than a poodle in a washing machine.
So when mum arrived she was very worried about me, sponged me down, got me lovely tasting water to drink and then spoilt it by giving me a tiny amount of tea. This was apparently in case I got colic. I've never seen anyone with this colic thing but I can tell you I don't fancy it much - boss lady sarah came and poked me most of the night to check I was ok. By the third time of the lights going on at 11pm I was like "love, get over yourself, I know I'm cute but I'm also sleep deprived so can you stare at my manliness in the morning like civilised people?"
Anyway this morning mum arrived, decided i was fine (like duh?! of course I'm fine - I AM Boglands Quaver) and off we tootled with Billy and his mum. Thats when I ended up in the casa del fido.......
We were having a very nice canter over some stubble fields, I had just over taken slow coach Billy and was pulling steadily away when a dive bomber attacked me low and fast from the hedge line. Like the seasoned warrior I am I threw myself left in a lightening move designed to save mum and I's life. Except mum lost a stirrup and shouted a LOT of rude words at me. Some people are SO ungrateful. I don't think the couple of seconds delay in her asking me to stop and me actually stopping helped either. Ooooopppps.
Anyway she let me trot most of the way home and berated me for being an idiot for most of the journey - how saving us from one of those low flying orange and green attack drones is idiotic i have no idea. I think Darwins theory fails when it comes to my mum.
Anyway she has put me in a new field next to tom and that Ronny dude and gone home - no doubt discussing with people my bravery.
So til laters - I've got some grass eating to do
I am in the dog house. Mum is not happy with me at all. All was fine until this morning - I will explain more in a minute.
This week boss lady Sarah has looked after me for the beginning part of the week. This followed a weekend of mum poncing me about the menage - this apparently was due to being "inspired" by that Tortila bloke. Now call me old fashioned but what some mexican dude who calls himself after a dorrito crisp has to do with me parading around our arena with my head on my chest I have NO idea. Apparently there has been some games on recently and lots of horses were invited. I took afront at this - why wasn't I invited? Was it some elitist WB party where hairy macho men like me weren't allowed in? I heard Mum telling Aunty C that some bloke called Fox-in-a-hole had done very well. Yeah well I bet he'd not win the apple bobbing games if I'd been there?
I got thinking about why I'd not been invited to this games party and concluded that you have to have a posh name to get on the guest list. That Moorlands Tortila dude got in so this got me thinking........... I'd now like you all to call me "Boglands Quaver". I think it has a certain ring about it don't you? Thus newly named I have awaited my invite all week to these games but one has not turned up yet. Do you think its got lost in the post?
Whilst I waited for my invite I was grazing alone yesterday when this big machine started ploughing up the earth in the field next to me - needless to say I wasn't too happy about this and I admit got myself into a bit of a lather. Well more than a bit - I was more lathered than a poodle in a washing machine.
So when mum arrived she was very worried about me, sponged me down, got me lovely tasting water to drink and then spoilt it by giving me a tiny amount of tea. This was apparently in case I got colic. I've never seen anyone with this colic thing but I can tell you I don't fancy it much - boss lady sarah came and poked me most of the night to check I was ok. By the third time of the lights going on at 11pm I was like "love, get over yourself, I know I'm cute but I'm also sleep deprived so can you stare at my manliness in the morning like civilised people?"
Anyway this morning mum arrived, decided i was fine (like duh?! of course I'm fine - I AM Boglands Quaver) and off we tootled with Billy and his mum. Thats when I ended up in the casa del fido.......
We were having a very nice canter over some stubble fields, I had just over taken slow coach Billy and was pulling steadily away when a dive bomber attacked me low and fast from the hedge line. Like the seasoned warrior I am I threw myself left in a lightening move designed to save mum and I's life. Except mum lost a stirrup and shouted a LOT of rude words at me. Some people are SO ungrateful. I don't think the couple of seconds delay in her asking me to stop and me actually stopping helped either. Ooooopppps.
Anyway she let me trot most of the way home and berated me for being an idiot for most of the journey - how saving us from one of those low flying orange and green attack drones is idiotic i have no idea. I think Darwins theory fails when it comes to my mum.
Anyway she has put me in a new field next to tom and that Ronny dude and gone home - no doubt discussing with people my bravery.
So til laters - I've got some grass eating to do
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