Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear Diary
This week has mainly seen me demonstrating the cunning of a fox, the wiliness of a weasel and the insight of, of , of an iguana? (Couldnt think of another animal beginning with I)
Last Saturday mum when to see her friends so you can imagine how thrilled she was to receive a call from Dad who was looking after me for the night to say I was lathered up to the eye balls and had pulled my front shoes off. At this point I would also like it noted that I was NOT charging Dad like a maddened bull on speed but merely trying to encourage him to play chase with me. Honest........
Now mum called Cool New Shoes Man and being the Cool Man he is he came straight out to put my shoes back on. Cue him and Dad having a lengthy discussion about how I am too big, too strong and too bolshie for mum and how she should sell me and buy a nice 15.2HH cob to play with. They must think I am DEAF! This got me thinking. Mum threatening to sell me I can deal with as I know she doesnt mean it really but Dad and CNSM were quite serious. So I embarked upon be very nice to mum week.
She rode me on Monday I was a star (even if I do say so myself)
She rode me on Tuesday I did a passable dressage test (Boglands Quaver was in the house if you know what Im saying. And if you do know what Im saying would you explain it to me because I wasnt in a house I was in a ménage I know these expression make me sound down with the kids but I swear half of them dont make sense...............)
She rode me Wednesday I did some decent lateral work, led on the correct canter strike off and demonstrated my rather mean turn on the forehand.
Yesterday she gave me off but still I cuddled her, walked in nicely with Hot Stepper, offered her each foot in turn to pick out and didnt use her as a tissue. I did briefly stop for a snog with my ladies on the way out of the stables but worked on the treat them mean approach gave all three a quick kiss on the muzzle and kept walking. Just call me Romeo ladies........
Today we went out for a hack and after a shaky start when I started to leave the yard before mum had actually got on (oooopppps) I didnt put a hairy foot wrong. We trotted (with only minor whimpering from mum about her leg), we cantered (and I produced my best Moorland Dorritos poncy canter as I know mum likes that), we walked past scary pheasant feeder things and some men with a very noisy box and a lot of big machines at the side of the road. Well we half passed past them but I was only showing off my moves and not being a big girls blouse as mum did sarcastically suggest. I did minorly blot my copy book by nearly falling over my own feet on the way home across the fields but I was keeping a wary eye on a tractor of terror in the next field and didnt see the hole. After pointing out I was an idiot mum did affectionately pull my ears and tell me I was a good boy so I think all is still well. Phew!
I returned mum safely home, actually waited until shed got off before bending in two to wipe my sweating face down my feathers, didnt rub myself all over her and gave her a gentle kiss instead. If I creep much more theyre going to start calling me bug boy. I walked very politely to the field, didnt try to bite Hot Stepper on the way past and allowed mum to embarrass me by hugging me in front of the others.
So Operation dont let mum listen to CNSM and Dad and sell me is going well. Any ideas of other things I could try?
I am apparently due to be clipped this weekend as Im sweating like a lizard on an Aga so Im assuming Dad will do it. Im thinking I ought to be nice to him too although I am tempted to bite him on the bum. Sell me indeed!
Anyway mum tells me today that plans are nearly ready for the Bransby raffle to raffle off copies of my book that someone has written on (how blinking RUDE!) and a chance to meet me. No doubt mum will tell you all about it this week some time. In the mean time I am off to eat some grass and figure out how to make mum a nice cake or something using grass, hedge clippings and a few fallen leaves. Tricky huh?
This week has mainly seen me demonstrating the cunning of a fox, the wiliness of a weasel and the insight of, of , of an iguana? (Couldnt think of another animal beginning with I)
Last Saturday mum when to see her friends so you can imagine how thrilled she was to receive a call from Dad who was looking after me for the night to say I was lathered up to the eye balls and had pulled my front shoes off. At this point I would also like it noted that I was NOT charging Dad like a maddened bull on speed but merely trying to encourage him to play chase with me. Honest........
Now mum called Cool New Shoes Man and being the Cool Man he is he came straight out to put my shoes back on. Cue him and Dad having a lengthy discussion about how I am too big, too strong and too bolshie for mum and how she should sell me and buy a nice 15.2HH cob to play with. They must think I am DEAF! This got me thinking. Mum threatening to sell me I can deal with as I know she doesnt mean it really but Dad and CNSM were quite serious. So I embarked upon be very nice to mum week.
She rode me on Monday I was a star (even if I do say so myself)
She rode me on Tuesday I did a passable dressage test (Boglands Quaver was in the house if you know what Im saying. And if you do know what Im saying would you explain it to me because I wasnt in a house I was in a ménage I know these expression make me sound down with the kids but I swear half of them dont make sense...............)
She rode me Wednesday I did some decent lateral work, led on the correct canter strike off and demonstrated my rather mean turn on the forehand.
Yesterday she gave me off but still I cuddled her, walked in nicely with Hot Stepper, offered her each foot in turn to pick out and didnt use her as a tissue. I did briefly stop for a snog with my ladies on the way out of the stables but worked on the treat them mean approach gave all three a quick kiss on the muzzle and kept walking. Just call me Romeo ladies........
Today we went out for a hack and after a shaky start when I started to leave the yard before mum had actually got on (oooopppps) I didnt put a hairy foot wrong. We trotted (with only minor whimpering from mum about her leg), we cantered (and I produced my best Moorland Dorritos poncy canter as I know mum likes that), we walked past scary pheasant feeder things and some men with a very noisy box and a lot of big machines at the side of the road. Well we half passed past them but I was only showing off my moves and not being a big girls blouse as mum did sarcastically suggest. I did minorly blot my copy book by nearly falling over my own feet on the way home across the fields but I was keeping a wary eye on a tractor of terror in the next field and didnt see the hole. After pointing out I was an idiot mum did affectionately pull my ears and tell me I was a good boy so I think all is still well. Phew!
I returned mum safely home, actually waited until shed got off before bending in two to wipe my sweating face down my feathers, didnt rub myself all over her and gave her a gentle kiss instead. If I creep much more theyre going to start calling me bug boy. I walked very politely to the field, didnt try to bite Hot Stepper on the way past and allowed mum to embarrass me by hugging me in front of the others.
So Operation dont let mum listen to CNSM and Dad and sell me is going well. Any ideas of other things I could try?
I am apparently due to be clipped this weekend as Im sweating like a lizard on an Aga so Im assuming Dad will do it. Im thinking I ought to be nice to him too although I am tempted to bite him on the bum. Sell me indeed!
Anyway mum tells me today that plans are nearly ready for the Bransby raffle to raffle off copies of my book that someone has written on (how blinking RUDE!) and a chance to meet me. No doubt mum will tell you all about it this week some time. In the mean time I am off to eat some grass and figure out how to make mum a nice cake or something using grass, hedge clippings and a few fallen leaves. Tricky huh?
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