Hovis_and_SidsMum
Well-Known Member
Dear Diary
I am so sorry for not writing last week but I was poorly. Nearly struck down in my prime by a mystery illness and a lot of flatulence.
Mum (evil woman that she is) decided to take me out on our usual jaunt with Billy despite me looking less than up for it. (Well ok at this point I felt fine but a little guilt trip may result in extra carrots and some more grass scrooge.)
Off we went and after a mile or so I realised my legs didnt seem to want to run as fast as normal. In fact I wasnt up for running at all. My legs couldnt even keep up with Billy and hes much older and slower than me. Mum by this stage had realised all was not well but I think may have thought I was just in lazy mode I was in fact giving my legs a damn good talking too and telling them to man up and get on with it. We got down to the bridleway and all of a sudden I started to rather rudely pass a lot of wind. And not just wind I can tell you. Good job I wasnt near any cars or mum would have had a LOT of explaining to do about the new paint job . By this stage my legs had gone on strike and despite a lot of cajoling from mum and some stern words from me they werent having any of it. So between stumbling like a drunk and passing more wind than a wind farm I wasnt a happy boy. Mum and Aunty C walked me home and mum stayed with me. The good news is I knew I didnt have what Barney had last year not pooing was not my issue. Oh definitely not in fact quite the reverse . Mum made me drink lots of nice tasting stuff and got me some hay. She also moved the fence so I couldnt eat any nice grass and kept prodding me every few minutes. I think this was all a little unfair I felt ill enough as it was without the prodding, being made to walk, grass deprivation and general all round meaness.
Anyway by thr next day I felt much better and mum told me all about the lovely message from the HHO forum and my face book fans. What nice people you all are. Mum gave me the weekend off then lunged me on the Monday to check all was fine. I have to add since the school is so dry she lunged me in the sandy field which I feel was cunning its hard to get a yeehaa, spin your mother round like a weather vane canter going when the fences that bite are looming on either side. Cunning like a fox is mother ..
Anyway Im fine again now but mum has had to have a lady parts operation so is off riding me for a few days. Enter Aunty Sarah stage left to take me out instead. Yesterday I showed her how nice it was to ride a horse that doesnt freak out over a worm and doesnt try to eject her out of the front door. Yeah Hot Stepper boy you might be a talented Windor show jumping super star but Im not afraid of pigeons. So stick that in your 1m+ jumping pipe and smoke it poncy boy!! Today she, Billy Aunty C and I are going out for our usual jaunt which I will try to complete without a repeat of last weeks wind issues. Billy has refused to walk behind me ever again .
In the meantime before I was ill mum was fixating on circles again. I blame Boss Lady for this after she seems to have got the whole yard hooked on stressage. Dad (ever the romantic) bought mum some squashy cones to ride around. This was clever on two counts one if mum falls off she wont hurt herself and two no matter how hard I try I cant kill the blinking things. So I was being forced to turn silly tight circles round cones, get my legs under me, get on the bit, blah blah blah. Maybe thats what brought on my illness? An allergy to stressage. Can one of you clever knowledgeable folk tell mum this? She might believe you ..
Anyway Im off to hack out with the big man, stare at the lovely ladies in the fields and avoid the big ugly hairy thing with horns that keeps sticking its head through the hedge up the road and making Billy and I jump. Mum said its bull but then you know what a potty mouth my mother has. Laters .
I am so sorry for not writing last week but I was poorly. Nearly struck down in my prime by a mystery illness and a lot of flatulence.
Mum (evil woman that she is) decided to take me out on our usual jaunt with Billy despite me looking less than up for it. (Well ok at this point I felt fine but a little guilt trip may result in extra carrots and some more grass scrooge.)
Off we went and after a mile or so I realised my legs didnt seem to want to run as fast as normal. In fact I wasnt up for running at all. My legs couldnt even keep up with Billy and hes much older and slower than me. Mum by this stage had realised all was not well but I think may have thought I was just in lazy mode I was in fact giving my legs a damn good talking too and telling them to man up and get on with it. We got down to the bridleway and all of a sudden I started to rather rudely pass a lot of wind. And not just wind I can tell you. Good job I wasnt near any cars or mum would have had a LOT of explaining to do about the new paint job . By this stage my legs had gone on strike and despite a lot of cajoling from mum and some stern words from me they werent having any of it. So between stumbling like a drunk and passing more wind than a wind farm I wasnt a happy boy. Mum and Aunty C walked me home and mum stayed with me. The good news is I knew I didnt have what Barney had last year not pooing was not my issue. Oh definitely not in fact quite the reverse . Mum made me drink lots of nice tasting stuff and got me some hay. She also moved the fence so I couldnt eat any nice grass and kept prodding me every few minutes. I think this was all a little unfair I felt ill enough as it was without the prodding, being made to walk, grass deprivation and general all round meaness.
Anyway by thr next day I felt much better and mum told me all about the lovely message from the HHO forum and my face book fans. What nice people you all are. Mum gave me the weekend off then lunged me on the Monday to check all was fine. I have to add since the school is so dry she lunged me in the sandy field which I feel was cunning its hard to get a yeehaa, spin your mother round like a weather vane canter going when the fences that bite are looming on either side. Cunning like a fox is mother ..
Anyway Im fine again now but mum has had to have a lady parts operation so is off riding me for a few days. Enter Aunty Sarah stage left to take me out instead. Yesterday I showed her how nice it was to ride a horse that doesnt freak out over a worm and doesnt try to eject her out of the front door. Yeah Hot Stepper boy you might be a talented Windor show jumping super star but Im not afraid of pigeons. So stick that in your 1m+ jumping pipe and smoke it poncy boy!! Today she, Billy Aunty C and I are going out for our usual jaunt which I will try to complete without a repeat of last weeks wind issues. Billy has refused to walk behind me ever again .
In the meantime before I was ill mum was fixating on circles again. I blame Boss Lady for this after she seems to have got the whole yard hooked on stressage. Dad (ever the romantic) bought mum some squashy cones to ride around. This was clever on two counts one if mum falls off she wont hurt herself and two no matter how hard I try I cant kill the blinking things. So I was being forced to turn silly tight circles round cones, get my legs under me, get on the bit, blah blah blah. Maybe thats what brought on my illness? An allergy to stressage. Can one of you clever knowledgeable folk tell mum this? She might believe you ..
Anyway Im off to hack out with the big man, stare at the lovely ladies in the fields and avoid the big ugly hairy thing with horns that keeps sticking its head through the hedge up the road and making Billy and I jump. Mum said its bull but then you know what a potty mouth my mother has. Laters .
