Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
Happy New Year! I know its a New Year because Mum is on a diet and Im back being worked to death. I give her until next week
Anyway much has occurred since my last entry. Mum and Dad returned from seeing Grandma and Grandad and alas the snow had all gone. This in turn cut short my very enjoyable retirement and I was forced back into slavery well work. After announcing that she wasnt getting back on me until I had been lunged mum took me in the very muddy ménage and encouraged me to get it out of my system. Now I had no idea what had gone in my system so I was a little confused. That said I decided that a buck, fart and a run were in order and this seemed to please her until I got a little carried away did I mention the ménage was very muddy? Apparently being dragged through the mud, water and dirt until her jeans were the same colour as my legs was not mums idea of a fun way to spend a day. Well either that or she had so much fun she had to stop because Dad was forced to take over. Hes much bigger than mum so I couldnt drag him about poor dad he misses out on all the fun.
Anyway after two days of being forced to run round in circles getting it out of my system mother decided I was cured enough for her to get back on board. Now what the fuss is about I have no idea; Ive had 4 weeks off not a personality transplant.
Two days of cautious trotting and walking later Mum decided I have no turned into Frankenhorse and is now back to making me canter on the correct leg, leg yielding and generally being mean.
In the meantime before new year she told me that I had to think of some new year revolutions. I didnt know what revolution meant so I asked old Tom who said it meant an uprising. Billy said it meant going round in circles so I was confused: maybe they were both right and I had to rise up and spin round all at the same time? This deeply concerned me as Im pretty sure that rearing and spinning were what got fancy pants ejected from the building besides which such a feat requires a level of limb co-ordination that Im not sure I have? Thankfully before I could demonstrate my attempt at a new year revolution to mum Barney suggested that perhaps she had said RESOLUTION instead of REVOLUTION which put a whole different spin on it (did you like that pun there? Whole different spin? Revolution? Clever arent I?!!). Resolutions Id done before so was much happier I resolved not to make any resolutions as I am such an angel all the time I dont need any. Mum has apparently resolved to be braver this worries me slightly. When mum is braver it usually means more work for me and her not being afraid to use that whip thing. That said maybe it means we can go cross country jumping again? Now that is FUN.
This morning Billy and I were due to go out on a hack but it is lashing down with rain and snowy stuff. Mum said it was raining cats and dogs but I suspect shes been sniffing at the marker pen again as I swear it was only water? Anyway as usual there was lots of shall we go?, what do you want to do?, no its your decision going on until at last mum and aunty C came to their senses and decided that it would be no fun to hack out in such horrible conditions. Like really? Wowzers. Billy and I had made that decision within minutes. So currently I am hanging out with Dolly (who I have to say has become very keen since my Christmas canoodle over the electric fence) trying to stop water dripping off my eyelashes and making me look like Im some sort of sprinkler system. Bring back the white stuff all is forgiven
Happy New Year! I know its a New Year because Mum is on a diet and Im back being worked to death. I give her until next week
Anyway much has occurred since my last entry. Mum and Dad returned from seeing Grandma and Grandad and alas the snow had all gone. This in turn cut short my very enjoyable retirement and I was forced back into slavery well work. After announcing that she wasnt getting back on me until I had been lunged mum took me in the very muddy ménage and encouraged me to get it out of my system. Now I had no idea what had gone in my system so I was a little confused. That said I decided that a buck, fart and a run were in order and this seemed to please her until I got a little carried away did I mention the ménage was very muddy? Apparently being dragged through the mud, water and dirt until her jeans were the same colour as my legs was not mums idea of a fun way to spend a day. Well either that or she had so much fun she had to stop because Dad was forced to take over. Hes much bigger than mum so I couldnt drag him about poor dad he misses out on all the fun.
Anyway after two days of being forced to run round in circles getting it out of my system mother decided I was cured enough for her to get back on board. Now what the fuss is about I have no idea; Ive had 4 weeks off not a personality transplant.
Two days of cautious trotting and walking later Mum decided I have no turned into Frankenhorse and is now back to making me canter on the correct leg, leg yielding and generally being mean.
In the meantime before new year she told me that I had to think of some new year revolutions. I didnt know what revolution meant so I asked old Tom who said it meant an uprising. Billy said it meant going round in circles so I was confused: maybe they were both right and I had to rise up and spin round all at the same time? This deeply concerned me as Im pretty sure that rearing and spinning were what got fancy pants ejected from the building besides which such a feat requires a level of limb co-ordination that Im not sure I have? Thankfully before I could demonstrate my attempt at a new year revolution to mum Barney suggested that perhaps she had said RESOLUTION instead of REVOLUTION which put a whole different spin on it (did you like that pun there? Whole different spin? Revolution? Clever arent I?!!). Resolutions Id done before so was much happier I resolved not to make any resolutions as I am such an angel all the time I dont need any. Mum has apparently resolved to be braver this worries me slightly. When mum is braver it usually means more work for me and her not being afraid to use that whip thing. That said maybe it means we can go cross country jumping again? Now that is FUN.
This morning Billy and I were due to go out on a hack but it is lashing down with rain and snowy stuff. Mum said it was raining cats and dogs but I suspect shes been sniffing at the marker pen again as I swear it was only water? Anyway as usual there was lots of shall we go?, what do you want to do?, no its your decision going on until at last mum and aunty C came to their senses and decided that it would be no fun to hack out in such horrible conditions. Like really? Wowzers. Billy and I had made that decision within minutes. So currently I am hanging out with Dolly (who I have to say has become very keen since my Christmas canoodle over the electric fence) trying to stop water dripping off my eyelashes and making me look like Im some sort of sprinkler system. Bring back the white stuff all is forgiven
