Hovis_and_SidsMum
Well-Known Member
Dear Diary
For once I would like to start my diary with a thank you. A big thank you to all the lovely people who took pity on my mad mother and went to say hello to her at that Your Horse is Alive cult place. She came back in such a good mood and informed me that we sold lots of books. Apparently we had several offers to buy my cardboard imposter and one fairly serious offer to buy me. Thankfully Dad didnt overhear this.......
But in even more exciting news my talent has been spotted by famous people! Some bloke called Oliver Landsend (or something) signed my book and had his photo taken with my cardboard imposter. I hope hes not trying to get a ride on my coat tails (not that my coat has tails, I have my own)? This celebrity world is tough pal and youve got to make it on your own. Two famous eventers called Pippa and William Windtunnel also posed with mum for photos and signed my book as did some bloke called Geoff. Dad said the man called Geoff canoodled with my mother so Im assuming she was behaving like a mare in season again. Honestly the woman has NO shame. So all these books are going to be raffled off with first prize also including an option to come and meet me. An OPTION? Why would you not want to meet me? Mum is apparently considering saying the winner can ride me but is worried that the poor person may never walk again. I assume this is due to their legs going weak with the honour of riding the Destroyer? Apparently some lady on my facebook pages implied that this would be a bit like a slave auction which sounded GREAT. I get one of you to be my slave? How cool is that. I told Billy about it this morning and he suggested I might have got hold of the wrong end of the stick. I assured him it wasnt a stick it was a carrot, there is no WRONG end and perhaps he ought to go to specsavers? Seriously I follow that dude through some pretty dangerous terrain Id like to think hes not blind.
Anyway mum has still got a hole in her leg so we havent worked that hard this week. We did do more walk to go fast things and shes started getting picky about my head position again. I blame these Stressage riders at these cult places she goes to they brainwash her. That said we did go out for a hack with Billy and Aunty C this morning even if mum did ride out with her boot undone. I could see Billy was ashamed but too polite to say anything. To be honest I was too busy defending us from the ARMY of tractors that were out to be too concerned about my mothers continuing decent into chaviness but it really is embarrassing.
Ive also seen Cool New Shoes Man this week and I have to say I am worried about him. I know I have big feet and big manly muscled legs but I fail to see that they weigh that much. So why he has taken to shoeing my back legs whilst sat down is beyond me. Apparently I should take it as a compliment at how much he trusts me nope I take it that he needs to get on a keep fit campaign. I can only hope Cool New Shoes Man Junior steps up to the family business soon otherwise I can see his father making me get on a lorry ramp to have my feet done. Lazy git. And he didnt let me have any of his coffee, spoil sport. He did however canoodle with me in a very unmanly fashion so I did try to bite him to remind him to man up. Alas mother saw me and I can once again confirm that when its a bit colder leadropes to sting a little more than usual.
Finally in sad news two of my friends went over the bridge this week. The old attractive mare from my old yard went to be with her friend fit mare and little Arnie from my yard went with her. I am always really sad to lose my friends but I think of them running through the clouds, in amazingly grassy fields, with the sunshine permanently on their backs and know that when my day comes I will see them all again. So i propose a toast (or slurp of water which ever you can manage) to friends in far off lands over the rainbow bridge:
Run my friends wild and fast
Running free, pain free at last
No more to grow weary, no more to grow old
Your time is done, your story now told.
Every day we will miss you here
In our hearts your memory held dear
But the thing we hang on to, that keep us sane
Is that when our time comes, well meet again.
For once I would like to start my diary with a thank you. A big thank you to all the lovely people who took pity on my mad mother and went to say hello to her at that Your Horse is Alive cult place. She came back in such a good mood and informed me that we sold lots of books. Apparently we had several offers to buy my cardboard imposter and one fairly serious offer to buy me. Thankfully Dad didnt overhear this.......
But in even more exciting news my talent has been spotted by famous people! Some bloke called Oliver Landsend (or something) signed my book and had his photo taken with my cardboard imposter. I hope hes not trying to get a ride on my coat tails (not that my coat has tails, I have my own)? This celebrity world is tough pal and youve got to make it on your own. Two famous eventers called Pippa and William Windtunnel also posed with mum for photos and signed my book as did some bloke called Geoff. Dad said the man called Geoff canoodled with my mother so Im assuming she was behaving like a mare in season again. Honestly the woman has NO shame. So all these books are going to be raffled off with first prize also including an option to come and meet me. An OPTION? Why would you not want to meet me? Mum is apparently considering saying the winner can ride me but is worried that the poor person may never walk again. I assume this is due to their legs going weak with the honour of riding the Destroyer? Apparently some lady on my facebook pages implied that this would be a bit like a slave auction which sounded GREAT. I get one of you to be my slave? How cool is that. I told Billy about it this morning and he suggested I might have got hold of the wrong end of the stick. I assured him it wasnt a stick it was a carrot, there is no WRONG end and perhaps he ought to go to specsavers? Seriously I follow that dude through some pretty dangerous terrain Id like to think hes not blind.
Anyway mum has still got a hole in her leg so we havent worked that hard this week. We did do more walk to go fast things and shes started getting picky about my head position again. I blame these Stressage riders at these cult places she goes to they brainwash her. That said we did go out for a hack with Billy and Aunty C this morning even if mum did ride out with her boot undone. I could see Billy was ashamed but too polite to say anything. To be honest I was too busy defending us from the ARMY of tractors that were out to be too concerned about my mothers continuing decent into chaviness but it really is embarrassing.
Ive also seen Cool New Shoes Man this week and I have to say I am worried about him. I know I have big feet and big manly muscled legs but I fail to see that they weigh that much. So why he has taken to shoeing my back legs whilst sat down is beyond me. Apparently I should take it as a compliment at how much he trusts me nope I take it that he needs to get on a keep fit campaign. I can only hope Cool New Shoes Man Junior steps up to the family business soon otherwise I can see his father making me get on a lorry ramp to have my feet done. Lazy git. And he didnt let me have any of his coffee, spoil sport. He did however canoodle with me in a very unmanly fashion so I did try to bite him to remind him to man up. Alas mother saw me and I can once again confirm that when its a bit colder leadropes to sting a little more than usual.
Finally in sad news two of my friends went over the bridge this week. The old attractive mare from my old yard went to be with her friend fit mare and little Arnie from my yard went with her. I am always really sad to lose my friends but I think of them running through the clouds, in amazingly grassy fields, with the sunshine permanently on their backs and know that when my day comes I will see them all again. So i propose a toast (or slurp of water which ever you can manage) to friends in far off lands over the rainbow bridge:
Run my friends wild and fast
Running free, pain free at last
No more to grow weary, no more to grow old
Your time is done, your story now told.
Every day we will miss you here
In our hearts your memory held dear
But the thing we hang on to, that keep us sane
Is that when our time comes, well meet again.
