Hovis_and_SidsMum
Well-Known Member
Dear Diary
Apologies for not writing last week but Mum and dad were away in some place called Italy and Boss Lady Sarah doesnt allow me near the laptop. I did try to convince her to take notes and type it herself but she didnt seem too keen I really need to get a secretary I think.
Anyway since mum has been away I have had a relaxing week chilling in the sunshine, dodging hailstones, stealing Hot Steppers licks and his grass and generally being a dude. In my dude-likeness I may have accidentally ripped my fly mask in half resulting in it being sent to the sack machine at the farm to be re-stitched but this was of course an accident. Any suggestion that Hot Stepper and I conspired to destroy my lovely heshian sack, lust killing head gear is just inappropriate
To my excitement Boss Lady Sarah bought me a lick when mum was away wow! thought I The lady is starting to understand what a star I am either that or she got my new rider with my demands on it faster that I thought it would arrive. My excitement was short lived she only allows me to have it for half an hour a day. HALF an HOUR. What kind of sadist is she? Horrible evil woman I temporarily forgot she taught Evil Army Man as a child. How am I supposed to get my teeth into it, smear it all over my legs and face when I only get half an hour? Humph.
Anyway mum came back this week and shes turned into a palomino shes all blonde maned and shes gone a funny colour. Well if its lickit all over her face shes spread it more evenly than I manage. Maybe they didnt have showers in this Italy place and its muck? Anyway she only brought me a measly carrot back so Im sulking and refusing to speak to her. That said she did move me fields when she arrived back so now I have more grass and am next to Dolly again. The downside is I still have Hot Stepper in tow apparently I am a soothing influence on him. Great. I get saddled with the highly strung, well bred loony AGAIN. Dolly seems very keen again but I do think shes angling to have my lickit. I shared a bit with her yesterday by kicking it so it was halfway under the fence between us mum went mad when she saw what Id done. Apparently the lick costs money that doesnt grow on trees. Like duh! Well pay for it with the type that does then?
So the beasting started in earnest last night. I have missed out on my hack with the Billy monster this morning because mum has a meeting so no doubt I shall be forced into poncing around the ménage later deep joy. I did perk up a bit when mum mentioned we might go to a competition jumping next week. I do realise she means raised trotting poles against children on small ponies but heh its better than poncing about in circles covered in talc.
Im off to snog dolly over the fence and see if I can lick the remains of lick off my whiskers without pulling something vital. Laters people, laters.
Apologies for not writing last week but Mum and dad were away in some place called Italy and Boss Lady Sarah doesnt allow me near the laptop. I did try to convince her to take notes and type it herself but she didnt seem too keen I really need to get a secretary I think.
Anyway since mum has been away I have had a relaxing week chilling in the sunshine, dodging hailstones, stealing Hot Steppers licks and his grass and generally being a dude. In my dude-likeness I may have accidentally ripped my fly mask in half resulting in it being sent to the sack machine at the farm to be re-stitched but this was of course an accident. Any suggestion that Hot Stepper and I conspired to destroy my lovely heshian sack, lust killing head gear is just inappropriate
To my excitement Boss Lady Sarah bought me a lick when mum was away wow! thought I The lady is starting to understand what a star I am either that or she got my new rider with my demands on it faster that I thought it would arrive. My excitement was short lived she only allows me to have it for half an hour a day. HALF an HOUR. What kind of sadist is she? Horrible evil woman I temporarily forgot she taught Evil Army Man as a child. How am I supposed to get my teeth into it, smear it all over my legs and face when I only get half an hour? Humph.
Anyway mum came back this week and shes turned into a palomino shes all blonde maned and shes gone a funny colour. Well if its lickit all over her face shes spread it more evenly than I manage. Maybe they didnt have showers in this Italy place and its muck? Anyway she only brought me a measly carrot back so Im sulking and refusing to speak to her. That said she did move me fields when she arrived back so now I have more grass and am next to Dolly again. The downside is I still have Hot Stepper in tow apparently I am a soothing influence on him. Great. I get saddled with the highly strung, well bred loony AGAIN. Dolly seems very keen again but I do think shes angling to have my lickit. I shared a bit with her yesterday by kicking it so it was halfway under the fence between us mum went mad when she saw what Id done. Apparently the lick costs money that doesnt grow on trees. Like duh! Well pay for it with the type that does then?
So the beasting started in earnest last night. I have missed out on my hack with the Billy monster this morning because mum has a meeting so no doubt I shall be forced into poncing around the ménage later deep joy. I did perk up a bit when mum mentioned we might go to a competition jumping next week. I do realise she means raised trotting poles against children on small ponies but heh its better than poncing about in circles covered in talc.
Im off to snog dolly over the fence and see if I can lick the remains of lick off my whiskers without pulling something vital. Laters people, laters.
Lucky you , italy !! honestly.... 
