Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear Diary
Today is Friday the 13th, a day when bad things are supposed to happen and the best thing to do is to stay in bed under the shavings. Or so wise Tom told me this morning. I wish hed told my mother this then I could have had a lie in..............
Well mums working away again at the minute so Boss Lady Sarah is looking after me. Which is great as I get big dinners, big breakfasts, lots of hay, nice beds and best of all NO work. But alas I think this might be about to come to a crashing end as I swear I heard mum and the Boss Lady talking about the Boss Lady riding me for mum a couple of times a week whilst mum is working away. Now this, people, is Bad news. Boss Lady is a tiny little thing both in height and build but she has legs of IRON and seems to have swallowed the equine book of evasion as she knows every trick in the book. I try to lean in through my shoulder - she stops me. I try to pretend I cant work in an outline and go forwards she makes me. I lean on her hands she gives me nothing to lean on. And talk about FUSSY! Correct canter leads, poncy lateral work, tiny circles, working into the bridle blah blah blah. The woman, as I believe Ive said before, used to teach Evil Army Man when he was younger so she is like the Yoda of Evilness. I am none too pleased about this arrangement and am thinking about pretending to be injured or something everytime she gets on me........
Anyway last weekend saw me being worked hard by a none too impressed mother after my little running incident last Friday. I believe from the muttering I could understand once again she reaffirmed Dad wasnt married to mum, mum wasnt fussy, I am likely to find myself tethered to a roadside and all in all I was not flavour of the month. Oooops. I did do a LOT of snuggling up, kissing her and generally attempting to get back in the good books but she was frostier than a pair of pants left on the washing line in Siberia.
On Sunday mum and Dad had a call to go and rescue Frilly who had slipped and fallen in her trailer on the way to a competition. They took the lorry and went to get her back. Luckily this fine specimen of a mare was not hurt badly and escaped with just a cut eye. I did attempt to kiss her better the other day she thanked me by trying to eat my head......
Anyway as a result Boss Lady Sarah obviously felt she and Frilly owed mum and Dad a favour. Which is fine. But not when the favour involves me being dragged out of my bed this morning, stripped naked and clipped at warp speed. I tell you what the lady is faster than Dad by a green mile. Before you could yell strip I had no fur left on my neck, chest and belly and whilst I couldnt actually see the draft told me Id lost my coverage from my manly parts too. Apparently shes going to finish my face etc tomorrow, so no doubt this will result in the usual yard cooing about how young I look and how cute I am with no manly hair - I cant wait.............
So on Friday the 13th I am dragged out of bed, clipped and then expected to hack out in arctic conditions. Surely this was asking for a disaster? I was thinking this myself but mother assured me she had her brave pants on this morning (Gee thanks mother that makes me feel so much better knowing your undercracker arrangements) and so all would be fine.
It actually was rather pleasant, we saw several tractors and I behaved, we saw a hedge trimmer and I behaved, we saw two trains and I behaved, we saw a bus and I behaved. Do you get the idea? The only minor moment was a) When mum said we could have a canter and I did take off as if it was the final furlong of the Derby and left Billy two fields back and b) when I ploughed into Billy when we were having a big power house trot up the road. Well in my defence there was a funny looking bush so I elected Billy to deal with it and was merely trying to swap sides. Just because his formation trotting is not up to scratch............
So I am in the good books again, mum informs me she is not selling me this week, I am sporting 90% of a new haircut, the sun is out and Hot Stepper is giving me funny looks.
If I dont write next week it may be due to being worked into the ground by a small but dastardly Boss Lady trying to turn me into a dressage queen. Life sucks sometimes [sigh].
Today is Friday the 13th, a day when bad things are supposed to happen and the best thing to do is to stay in bed under the shavings. Or so wise Tom told me this morning. I wish hed told my mother this then I could have had a lie in..............
Well mums working away again at the minute so Boss Lady Sarah is looking after me. Which is great as I get big dinners, big breakfasts, lots of hay, nice beds and best of all NO work. But alas I think this might be about to come to a crashing end as I swear I heard mum and the Boss Lady talking about the Boss Lady riding me for mum a couple of times a week whilst mum is working away. Now this, people, is Bad news. Boss Lady is a tiny little thing both in height and build but she has legs of IRON and seems to have swallowed the equine book of evasion as she knows every trick in the book. I try to lean in through my shoulder - she stops me. I try to pretend I cant work in an outline and go forwards she makes me. I lean on her hands she gives me nothing to lean on. And talk about FUSSY! Correct canter leads, poncy lateral work, tiny circles, working into the bridle blah blah blah. The woman, as I believe Ive said before, used to teach Evil Army Man when he was younger so she is like the Yoda of Evilness. I am none too pleased about this arrangement and am thinking about pretending to be injured or something everytime she gets on me........
Anyway last weekend saw me being worked hard by a none too impressed mother after my little running incident last Friday. I believe from the muttering I could understand once again she reaffirmed Dad wasnt married to mum, mum wasnt fussy, I am likely to find myself tethered to a roadside and all in all I was not flavour of the month. Oooops. I did do a LOT of snuggling up, kissing her and generally attempting to get back in the good books but she was frostier than a pair of pants left on the washing line in Siberia.
On Sunday mum and Dad had a call to go and rescue Frilly who had slipped and fallen in her trailer on the way to a competition. They took the lorry and went to get her back. Luckily this fine specimen of a mare was not hurt badly and escaped with just a cut eye. I did attempt to kiss her better the other day she thanked me by trying to eat my head......
Anyway as a result Boss Lady Sarah obviously felt she and Frilly owed mum and Dad a favour. Which is fine. But not when the favour involves me being dragged out of my bed this morning, stripped naked and clipped at warp speed. I tell you what the lady is faster than Dad by a green mile. Before you could yell strip I had no fur left on my neck, chest and belly and whilst I couldnt actually see the draft told me Id lost my coverage from my manly parts too. Apparently shes going to finish my face etc tomorrow, so no doubt this will result in the usual yard cooing about how young I look and how cute I am with no manly hair - I cant wait.............
So on Friday the 13th I am dragged out of bed, clipped and then expected to hack out in arctic conditions. Surely this was asking for a disaster? I was thinking this myself but mother assured me she had her brave pants on this morning (Gee thanks mother that makes me feel so much better knowing your undercracker arrangements) and so all would be fine.
It actually was rather pleasant, we saw several tractors and I behaved, we saw a hedge trimmer and I behaved, we saw two trains and I behaved, we saw a bus and I behaved. Do you get the idea? The only minor moment was a) When mum said we could have a canter and I did take off as if it was the final furlong of the Derby and left Billy two fields back and b) when I ploughed into Billy when we were having a big power house trot up the road. Well in my defence there was a funny looking bush so I elected Billy to deal with it and was merely trying to swap sides. Just because his formation trotting is not up to scratch............
So I am in the good books again, mum informs me she is not selling me this week, I am sporting 90% of a new haircut, the sun is out and Hot Stepper is giving me funny looks.
If I dont write next week it may be due to being worked into the ground by a small but dastardly Boss Lady trying to turn me into a dressage queen. Life sucks sometimes [sigh].
