Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
I am officially the bestest pony in the whole wide world. I know this because mum told me and in matters such as this she's usually right.
So what has happened I hear you ask? Well mum worked me hard again over the weekend and then went away again on Monday. Boss lady Sarah rode me during the week and despite my outrage st being beasted by a woman so petite she makes mum look like Nellie the elephant I decided to behave. This week we worked mainly in canter as I apparently have a tendency to become disunited in canter on my right rein. Disunited? Nope. My legs are all united in the opinion that they should be allowed to go in the order they want to go in not the order they're told to go in....
Anyway all went well and a report of how well behaved I was has duly gone back to mum.
This morning mum came and gave me big cuddles and nearly two breakfasts - but boss lady got to her before she did so to tell her she'd already fed me - darn!
We then set off with Billy and aunty c on our hack. I walked bravely past the clouds on legs- mum patted me. I scuttled past the yard where they were loading lorries with a fork lift- mum patted me. I trotted past the tractor of terror we met head on at the junction - mum crooned in my ear. We trotted and cantered across the fields and I did my best moorlands dorrito impression( admittedly a dorrito on speed but a good impression none the less).
We turned down the bridleway and had another two "C's" (honestly do they not realise we do know what that stands for?) in which I showed how powerful I am without being silly. We did do a quick half pass in canter past two dodgy hay bales but I can only imagine how impressive it looked.
We then came across some piggy things which Billy didn't seem impressed with but I had spotted other issues ahead.... The biggest horse in the world! He was towering over the hedge line which must have been 6 ft high! I was not impressed. When we drew closer we saw he was standing on a massive xc bank but still I did think we were best turning round and running away. Mum however reacted faster and held onto me forcing me to walk on. Very insistent with her legs she was....
So we safely got past the nutty horse and out onto the main road. Here I bravely walked past a massive lorry which blew air up my bum as we walked past and then it happened. We met a tractor coming the other way. With a queue of traffic behind it, traffic behind us and absolutely nowhere to go..... I was NOT happy but mum took a strong hold to prevent me saving us by spinning round and bobbing off, and delivered a massive pony club kick. That Thelwell dude would have been proud of her. Hitching my bum and my injured pride as high up the bank at the side of us as I could I took a deep breath, shut my eyes and walked past. Cue massive cuddles and pats from mum.
Once over this trauma the rest of the hack went well and we got back to the yard muddy but elated. Well Billy and I were muddy and mum and aunty c were elated. Elated however does equal LOTS of treats and mints so all was good!
So I am officially a fab pony whose mum loves him lots (i wonder how long this lasts?).
Hot steppers mum is back tonight so he's going to be beasted within an inch of his life - which will amuse me immensely. We've fallen out as he snogged Frilly last night which is not sporting. And she didn't scream in his face. seriously what have I got to do to score around here? Answers on a postcard please......
I am officially the bestest pony in the whole wide world. I know this because mum told me and in matters such as this she's usually right.
So what has happened I hear you ask? Well mum worked me hard again over the weekend and then went away again on Monday. Boss lady Sarah rode me during the week and despite my outrage st being beasted by a woman so petite she makes mum look like Nellie the elephant I decided to behave. This week we worked mainly in canter as I apparently have a tendency to become disunited in canter on my right rein. Disunited? Nope. My legs are all united in the opinion that they should be allowed to go in the order they want to go in not the order they're told to go in....
Anyway all went well and a report of how well behaved I was has duly gone back to mum.
This morning mum came and gave me big cuddles and nearly two breakfasts - but boss lady got to her before she did so to tell her she'd already fed me - darn!
We then set off with Billy and aunty c on our hack. I walked bravely past the clouds on legs- mum patted me. I scuttled past the yard where they were loading lorries with a fork lift- mum patted me. I trotted past the tractor of terror we met head on at the junction - mum crooned in my ear. We trotted and cantered across the fields and I did my best moorlands dorrito impression( admittedly a dorrito on speed but a good impression none the less).
We turned down the bridleway and had another two "C's" (honestly do they not realise we do know what that stands for?) in which I showed how powerful I am without being silly. We did do a quick half pass in canter past two dodgy hay bales but I can only imagine how impressive it looked.
We then came across some piggy things which Billy didn't seem impressed with but I had spotted other issues ahead.... The biggest horse in the world! He was towering over the hedge line which must have been 6 ft high! I was not impressed. When we drew closer we saw he was standing on a massive xc bank but still I did think we were best turning round and running away. Mum however reacted faster and held onto me forcing me to walk on. Very insistent with her legs she was....
So we safely got past the nutty horse and out onto the main road. Here I bravely walked past a massive lorry which blew air up my bum as we walked past and then it happened. We met a tractor coming the other way. With a queue of traffic behind it, traffic behind us and absolutely nowhere to go..... I was NOT happy but mum took a strong hold to prevent me saving us by spinning round and bobbing off, and delivered a massive pony club kick. That Thelwell dude would have been proud of her. Hitching my bum and my injured pride as high up the bank at the side of us as I could I took a deep breath, shut my eyes and walked past. Cue massive cuddles and pats from mum.
Once over this trauma the rest of the hack went well and we got back to the yard muddy but elated. Well Billy and I were muddy and mum and aunty c were elated. Elated however does equal LOTS of treats and mints so all was good!
So I am officially a fab pony whose mum loves him lots (i wonder how long this lasts?).
Hot steppers mum is back tonight so he's going to be beasted within an inch of his life - which will amuse me immensely. We've fallen out as he snogged Frilly last night which is not sporting. And she didn't scream in his face. seriously what have I got to do to score around here? Answers on a postcard please......
remember the advert for that sweetie bar? 'Thank Hovis its Friday' is now my new motto
