Hovis_and_SidsMum
Well-Known Member
28.01.2011
Dear Diary
This week I have been introduced to the idea of ying and yang. Or as I like to call it mums bad books and mums good books ..
Earlier this week mum had to put me out very early as she was busy (or something) so I had to go out alone in the semi darkness. I was not best happy about this because, as any good history book will tell you, attacks are launched at dawn. Sure enough as Mum was moving my fence in the gloom I spied a convoy of tractors of terror heading our way. Not only that theyd brought reinforcements in the shape of dinosaurs on trailers on their backs. Bravely, with no wing man and no thought for my own safety, I rose up on my hindlegs and gestured at them to leave us alone. I turned to make sure mum was ok and found to my horror she was collicking! At least thats what I thought until I realised she was rolling around the floor crying with laughter. I failed to find anything funny in the situation not least as I had to inspect the grass when she finally got up to make sure no wee had escaped. Honestly she has no respect..
Then on Wednesday when mum got home from work she decided to lunge me. I LOVE lunging. I can make mum spin round like a weather vain in a force ten gale when I really get up a head of steam. Needless to say she was not amused and I spent the night in casa del pero.
Yesterday I was rudely awoken to be told I might be being beasted by evil boss lady. Alas evil boss lady had to take her foal to school so I thought wed got out of it. Nope. Mum (being the teachers pet she is) decided we would go and practise evil boss ladys plans so I spent an hour being forced to make snail shapes in the school, trot off using my bottom and canter on the correct leg. Honestly mum is turning into such a killjoy..
Anyway I decided that after weds little incident with the lunging Id better behave so pranced about like a big poof for an hour listening to mother cooing good boy in my ear as though I am a) deaf and b) a bit simple. Safely back in mothers good books I spent the rest of the day snogging Dolly and eating grass (not necessarily in that order). Then last night as we came out of the electric gate things old dude Tom came over to say hi. Now to the uneducated it may have looked like we were snogging but we were in fact discussing stubble length and which clippers give the best shave. Anyway old tom suddenly yelled lets run!!. So I did. Quite forgetting mum was on the other end of the leadrope ooops. Thatd be me back on the bad books again then .
So this morning I have been an angel. We went out for our usual Friday hack with Billy and Aunty C and it was very nice. Sunny, not windy, crisp and fresh. We had some very long trots and barring one moment when I fell over a mole hill it was fine. We went across the stubble fields and I remembered that trot means trot and refrained from a yeehaa moment like the halo wearing Hovis I am. We went on a nice canter and I remembered that mum considers it bad manners to leave Billy in my dust, shoving him out of the way as I fly past, so despite having to do a sssllllooooooww canter I cantered nicely behind him. Cue much fuss and kisses (from mother I hasten to add - Billy and I are just mates). On the way home we had a terrifying incident involving a tractor carrying a dinosaur and a big lorry. We had seen the big lorry coming so had pulled off into a grassy area to let it go past. Then a tractor of terror appeared and also came into our grassy patch along with the dinosaur on its back. I did nearly wet my pants and jumped about a little until I realised Billy wasnt and I looked a right fairy. Thus I manned up and stood still until the creatures had once again left us which seemed to delight mum. We got home and Billy and I got loads of treats and kissing from mum.
So Im exhaustedly munching grass waiting for news of a horse boss lady Sarah was going to try. Its another mare which is very exciting. Our home is great great grass, nice stables, cool blokes to be friends with but it does lack a little on the totty front. So hooves crossed we might be getting a new babe here I hope shes fit! Ill tell you all next week. Laters
Dear Diary
This week I have been introduced to the idea of ying and yang. Or as I like to call it mums bad books and mums good books ..
Earlier this week mum had to put me out very early as she was busy (or something) so I had to go out alone in the semi darkness. I was not best happy about this because, as any good history book will tell you, attacks are launched at dawn. Sure enough as Mum was moving my fence in the gloom I spied a convoy of tractors of terror heading our way. Not only that theyd brought reinforcements in the shape of dinosaurs on trailers on their backs. Bravely, with no wing man and no thought for my own safety, I rose up on my hindlegs and gestured at them to leave us alone. I turned to make sure mum was ok and found to my horror she was collicking! At least thats what I thought until I realised she was rolling around the floor crying with laughter. I failed to find anything funny in the situation not least as I had to inspect the grass when she finally got up to make sure no wee had escaped. Honestly she has no respect..
Then on Wednesday when mum got home from work she decided to lunge me. I LOVE lunging. I can make mum spin round like a weather vain in a force ten gale when I really get up a head of steam. Needless to say she was not amused and I spent the night in casa del pero.
Yesterday I was rudely awoken to be told I might be being beasted by evil boss lady. Alas evil boss lady had to take her foal to school so I thought wed got out of it. Nope. Mum (being the teachers pet she is) decided we would go and practise evil boss ladys plans so I spent an hour being forced to make snail shapes in the school, trot off using my bottom and canter on the correct leg. Honestly mum is turning into such a killjoy..
Anyway I decided that after weds little incident with the lunging Id better behave so pranced about like a big poof for an hour listening to mother cooing good boy in my ear as though I am a) deaf and b) a bit simple. Safely back in mothers good books I spent the rest of the day snogging Dolly and eating grass (not necessarily in that order). Then last night as we came out of the electric gate things old dude Tom came over to say hi. Now to the uneducated it may have looked like we were snogging but we were in fact discussing stubble length and which clippers give the best shave. Anyway old tom suddenly yelled lets run!!. So I did. Quite forgetting mum was on the other end of the leadrope ooops. Thatd be me back on the bad books again then .
So this morning I have been an angel. We went out for our usual Friday hack with Billy and Aunty C and it was very nice. Sunny, not windy, crisp and fresh. We had some very long trots and barring one moment when I fell over a mole hill it was fine. We went across the stubble fields and I remembered that trot means trot and refrained from a yeehaa moment like the halo wearing Hovis I am. We went on a nice canter and I remembered that mum considers it bad manners to leave Billy in my dust, shoving him out of the way as I fly past, so despite having to do a sssllllooooooww canter I cantered nicely behind him. Cue much fuss and kisses (from mother I hasten to add - Billy and I are just mates). On the way home we had a terrifying incident involving a tractor carrying a dinosaur and a big lorry. We had seen the big lorry coming so had pulled off into a grassy area to let it go past. Then a tractor of terror appeared and also came into our grassy patch along with the dinosaur on its back. I did nearly wet my pants and jumped about a little until I realised Billy wasnt and I looked a right fairy. Thus I manned up and stood still until the creatures had once again left us which seemed to delight mum. We got home and Billy and I got loads of treats and kissing from mum.
So Im exhaustedly munching grass waiting for news of a horse boss lady Sarah was going to try. Its another mare which is very exciting. Our home is great great grass, nice stables, cool blokes to be friends with but it does lack a little on the totty front. So hooves crossed we might be getting a new babe here I hope shes fit! Ill tell you all next week. Laters
