Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear Diary
This week started very stressfully but ended today with a nice hack in the warm weather so I guess you could say it has been a week of two halves.
After last weeks horrific hack in the wind mum completed my fabulous day by having the vet come. It was not my favourite vet, Herman the German, but another two ladies who quite frankly seemed a little scared of me. So much so that not only did they give me some of that stuff that makes my legs go wobbly and birdies fly round my head but also twitched me as well. Even mother tactfully suggested that might be overkill........
Anyway as I was away with the fairies they cleaned all the backs of legs and had a good look at the sore patch. Apparently i have thickened skin there which seems prone to scabbing, then the scabs crack and nasty things can get in. I had to endure a nasty injection and a bucket load of cleaning, steralising and creaming before finally I began to realise where i was again. Evil people. At least let me be awake so I can try to fight back. Spoil sports.......
On saturday morning Cool New Shoes Man came after standing me up on the friday. He was sporting whiskers longer than mine and had brought Cool New Shoes Junior with him. coll New shoes Junior was very excited about meeting a famous horse so I was intrigued to know who was coming to the yard. It appears the famous horse didn't show up though which is a shame because the little dude was nice. That said you can tell he's his fathers son. Mum let him pick one of my feet up and from the colour he turned and the puffing and panting that went on you'd think my feet are heavy or something. Moaning about the weight of my feet appears to be their family trait.......
Cool New shoes Man also insisted on taking lots of photos of he and I to post on the facebook pages that those nice ladies set up about me. I think he's trying to prove he's not a featherist farrier.
Anyway mum and Dad gave me staurday off to recover from the trauma of the friday and i hung out in the field chatting up Dolly and exchaging hot and heavy looks with Frilly through the branches of the hedge. Talking of Frilly that girl is more forward than a train on a down hill track at the moment. Mum says shes on heat and being a tart - i say keep the girl on this heat stuff and give me half an hour alone in the stables. Hubba hubba! She calls for me all the time and stands staring at me when we come in at night. To be honest with her being an older woman I'm getting a little scared. I'm not sure i'll cope of she has her wicked way with me. Is it inappropriate to ask for a time out?
Anyway for the rest of the weekend mum "schooled" me - aka we faffed about in the menage with her twattering on about my head position (doh its on the end of my neck?), working from behind (I work from my legs like any normal equine sowhat her issue?) and circling. BORING.
Yesterday Dad came up to help mum and decided that he'd lunge me whilst mum finished her jobs. Dad is funny when he lunges me - i know he doesn't use the bog scary whip thing that mum uses so i mainly ignored him. After several smacks on the bum i decided to behave but since he was more worried about my downward transiitons we didn't "get it out of my system" the way mum does. I have no idea what she removes from my system every week but it does seem to involve me running about like a loon til I am pooped.
The results of Dads different lunging techniques were rather evident today as I had lots of energy to go out hacking with. Cue mum swearing at my admittedly rather forward trot. She got her revenge though as i swear she called every lorry and tractor in the area to come and see me. At one point we were riding through a village and a gate opened suddenly. Billy wet himself so to make him feel less silly so did I. Admittedly I'd seen the aldy and so perhaps my reaction was a little OTT but billy needed to not feel silly so i helped. Thats not mums take on the situation but its my story and i'm sticking to it.
The ground is so hard mum wouldn't let us have a canter so we havd a very nice long mooch out on the sunshine. Aunty C and mum were planning some rides where the ground might be better for a "C" - do they think Billy and i don't know how to spell Canter? I do know what "going for a C" is mother so stop trying to be subtle. Honestly.
When we got back Frilly was yelling to me which is nice but slightly scary so I'm currently lazing in the sunshine, eating grass, trying to brown my white bits and deciding whether i'm brave enough to risk Dollys wrath and Frilly killing me by making a serious move on that hot older moma. If I don't write next week then she maybe killed me - but man i'll have died happy!!
This week started very stressfully but ended today with a nice hack in the warm weather so I guess you could say it has been a week of two halves.
After last weeks horrific hack in the wind mum completed my fabulous day by having the vet come. It was not my favourite vet, Herman the German, but another two ladies who quite frankly seemed a little scared of me. So much so that not only did they give me some of that stuff that makes my legs go wobbly and birdies fly round my head but also twitched me as well. Even mother tactfully suggested that might be overkill........
Anyway as I was away with the fairies they cleaned all the backs of legs and had a good look at the sore patch. Apparently i have thickened skin there which seems prone to scabbing, then the scabs crack and nasty things can get in. I had to endure a nasty injection and a bucket load of cleaning, steralising and creaming before finally I began to realise where i was again. Evil people. At least let me be awake so I can try to fight back. Spoil sports.......
On saturday morning Cool New Shoes Man came after standing me up on the friday. He was sporting whiskers longer than mine and had brought Cool New Shoes Junior with him. coll New shoes Junior was very excited about meeting a famous horse so I was intrigued to know who was coming to the yard. It appears the famous horse didn't show up though which is a shame because the little dude was nice. That said you can tell he's his fathers son. Mum let him pick one of my feet up and from the colour he turned and the puffing and panting that went on you'd think my feet are heavy or something. Moaning about the weight of my feet appears to be their family trait.......
Cool New shoes Man also insisted on taking lots of photos of he and I to post on the facebook pages that those nice ladies set up about me. I think he's trying to prove he's not a featherist farrier.
Anyway mum and Dad gave me staurday off to recover from the trauma of the friday and i hung out in the field chatting up Dolly and exchaging hot and heavy looks with Frilly through the branches of the hedge. Talking of Frilly that girl is more forward than a train on a down hill track at the moment. Mum says shes on heat and being a tart - i say keep the girl on this heat stuff and give me half an hour alone in the stables. Hubba hubba! She calls for me all the time and stands staring at me when we come in at night. To be honest with her being an older woman I'm getting a little scared. I'm not sure i'll cope of she has her wicked way with me. Is it inappropriate to ask for a time out?
Anyway for the rest of the weekend mum "schooled" me - aka we faffed about in the menage with her twattering on about my head position (doh its on the end of my neck?), working from behind (I work from my legs like any normal equine sowhat her issue?) and circling. BORING.
Yesterday Dad came up to help mum and decided that he'd lunge me whilst mum finished her jobs. Dad is funny when he lunges me - i know he doesn't use the bog scary whip thing that mum uses so i mainly ignored him. After several smacks on the bum i decided to behave but since he was more worried about my downward transiitons we didn't "get it out of my system" the way mum does. I have no idea what she removes from my system every week but it does seem to involve me running about like a loon til I am pooped.
The results of Dads different lunging techniques were rather evident today as I had lots of energy to go out hacking with. Cue mum swearing at my admittedly rather forward trot. She got her revenge though as i swear she called every lorry and tractor in the area to come and see me. At one point we were riding through a village and a gate opened suddenly. Billy wet himself so to make him feel less silly so did I. Admittedly I'd seen the aldy and so perhaps my reaction was a little OTT but billy needed to not feel silly so i helped. Thats not mums take on the situation but its my story and i'm sticking to it.
The ground is so hard mum wouldn't let us have a canter so we havd a very nice long mooch out on the sunshine. Aunty C and mum were planning some rides where the ground might be better for a "C" - do they think Billy and i don't know how to spell Canter? I do know what "going for a C" is mother so stop trying to be subtle. Honestly.
When we got back Frilly was yelling to me which is nice but slightly scary so I'm currently lazing in the sunshine, eating grass, trying to brown my white bits and deciding whether i'm brave enough to risk Dollys wrath and Frilly killing me by making a serious move on that hot older moma. If I don't write next week then she maybe killed me - but man i'll have died happy!!
