Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
Well Im still here! Operation convince mum I am a lovely big bundle of fluff is working. Although I really AM a bundle of fluff at the moment. It was so windy last weekend that mum and Dad decided trying to clip me was silly as there would have been hairs blowing all over the place. What rabbit like creatures with big ears had to do with me having a hair cut I know not? I do sometimes wonder if mum and dad smoke something they shouldnt?
Anyway mum has been very busy this week and the weather has been a bit minging so weve not done a great deal. I did some pretty good impressions of Moorlands Dorrito in the school the other day, gave mum my big powerhouse trot when she asked for it but did refuse to leg yield whilst in said trot. 1) I am NOT a ballet dancer 2) Power house trotting is hard enough without wrapping your own legs in knots underneath you. I was liable to fall flat on my face and with Frilly watching that was NOT going to happen. Mum did suggest that I can definitely strike off the notion of having any dressage linage on my dads side of my genetics. Good! I dont want to be the son of a poncy pansy. I want to be the son of a brave warrior horse, a cavalry black or something. Mum sniggered and suggested that increasingly it looks like Dad might have pulled the milk float. I am not going to even credit that with a reply ..
Mum also lunged me a few times this week and following my new regime to ensure I dont get sold I behaved. I did on occasion turn to suggest that Id done enough work but one stern snarl from mum and I sighed, turned away again and continued running around in circles like a good boy. Honestly all I need is one of those pole things and you could stick me on one of those fair ground ride things.
In unrelated news the fit ginger mare at the yard, who to be honest has never fallen for my charms, has left. Rumours are now rife as to who will come and replace her. I am hoping for a stunning mare with low standards and no morals but knowing my luck it will be a hefty gelding with flatulence. This has left Dolly upset and lonely as those two had a bit of a girl on girl thing going on. Oh boy was THAT nice to watch. Now last time dollys female object of affection left the yard she briefly entertained some romantic moments with moi so Im hoping the same will occur again. I heard the Boss lady saying me and my Hot Stepping Shadow are moving fields tomorrow which will put me back next to her. Apparently she needs some company and who am I to turn down a damsel in distress? Such a gent thats me. The bad news is the Lincolnshire equivalent of the highland fling has to come with me but I have grown used to my role as looker afterer of the loonies *sigh*. The good news is that Dollys mum doesnt like him next to Dolly so I become the meat in a Dolly and Hot Stepper sandwich. Which actually now Ive told mum to write that sounds a little unsavoury (well it would be savoury but it does sound a bit wrong).
I understand from mum that sales of the book are going well as all you lovely people buy copies for Christmas presents. Well thats very nice of you but I wrote the thing so why would I want copies as Christmas presents? I would much prefer carrots, lickits or the loan of one of your mares for a few hours. All deliveries can be sent to my team at Bransby Home of Rest for Horses.
If its nearly that time of year again I have a feeling of dread about having to go out in public wearing antlers. The last two years I have got away with it due to the white stuff so I am PRAYING for it again this year. I like the idea of going jumping I just dont think theres any need for mum to be dressed as an elf and me to be sporting fake antlers. I dont see these famous people doing it so why should I? Besides which the antlers ruin my aerodynamics (have no idea what that means but old Tom said that it was a good argument).
So I am off to pack my box of things at the field up and wait to be moved next to a lonely and therefore hopefully grateful mare. A boy has to take what he can these days. Laters
Well Im still here! Operation convince mum I am a lovely big bundle of fluff is working. Although I really AM a bundle of fluff at the moment. It was so windy last weekend that mum and Dad decided trying to clip me was silly as there would have been hairs blowing all over the place. What rabbit like creatures with big ears had to do with me having a hair cut I know not? I do sometimes wonder if mum and dad smoke something they shouldnt?
Anyway mum has been very busy this week and the weather has been a bit minging so weve not done a great deal. I did some pretty good impressions of Moorlands Dorrito in the school the other day, gave mum my big powerhouse trot when she asked for it but did refuse to leg yield whilst in said trot. 1) I am NOT a ballet dancer 2) Power house trotting is hard enough without wrapping your own legs in knots underneath you. I was liable to fall flat on my face and with Frilly watching that was NOT going to happen. Mum did suggest that I can definitely strike off the notion of having any dressage linage on my dads side of my genetics. Good! I dont want to be the son of a poncy pansy. I want to be the son of a brave warrior horse, a cavalry black or something. Mum sniggered and suggested that increasingly it looks like Dad might have pulled the milk float. I am not going to even credit that with a reply ..
Mum also lunged me a few times this week and following my new regime to ensure I dont get sold I behaved. I did on occasion turn to suggest that Id done enough work but one stern snarl from mum and I sighed, turned away again and continued running around in circles like a good boy. Honestly all I need is one of those pole things and you could stick me on one of those fair ground ride things.
In unrelated news the fit ginger mare at the yard, who to be honest has never fallen for my charms, has left. Rumours are now rife as to who will come and replace her. I am hoping for a stunning mare with low standards and no morals but knowing my luck it will be a hefty gelding with flatulence. This has left Dolly upset and lonely as those two had a bit of a girl on girl thing going on. Oh boy was THAT nice to watch. Now last time dollys female object of affection left the yard she briefly entertained some romantic moments with moi so Im hoping the same will occur again. I heard the Boss lady saying me and my Hot Stepping Shadow are moving fields tomorrow which will put me back next to her. Apparently she needs some company and who am I to turn down a damsel in distress? Such a gent thats me. The bad news is the Lincolnshire equivalent of the highland fling has to come with me but I have grown used to my role as looker afterer of the loonies *sigh*. The good news is that Dollys mum doesnt like him next to Dolly so I become the meat in a Dolly and Hot Stepper sandwich. Which actually now Ive told mum to write that sounds a little unsavoury (well it would be savoury but it does sound a bit wrong).
I understand from mum that sales of the book are going well as all you lovely people buy copies for Christmas presents. Well thats very nice of you but I wrote the thing so why would I want copies as Christmas presents? I would much prefer carrots, lickits or the loan of one of your mares for a few hours. All deliveries can be sent to my team at Bransby Home of Rest for Horses.
If its nearly that time of year again I have a feeling of dread about having to go out in public wearing antlers. The last two years I have got away with it due to the white stuff so I am PRAYING for it again this year. I like the idea of going jumping I just dont think theres any need for mum to be dressed as an elf and me to be sporting fake antlers. I dont see these famous people doing it so why should I? Besides which the antlers ruin my aerodynamics (have no idea what that means but old Tom said that it was a good argument).
So I am off to pack my box of things at the field up and wait to be moved next to a lonely and therefore hopefully grateful mare. A boy has to take what he can these days. Laters
