Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear Diary
I am a bad bad horse for not writing last week and being late this week. I blame mother. Last week she was away working to "keep me in the lifestyle I am accustomed to" and this week she and dad are prepping to move house. Apparently they are moving closer to my home so there goes my standing in the neighbourhood.....
Anyway I have little in the way of news to impart as we have all been confined to the yard for the last few weeks. Yep the White stuff has arrived! I love it. So does mum she squeals with delight so much when the White stuff is here, it fills my heart with joy. She squeals when I flick the stuff down the back of her neck, she squeals when I get onto the icy bits and all four legs go to opposite corners of the globe, she squeals when she slips, grabs hold of me and I move, she squeals when I help her break the ice in my water trough and shower her in water, all in all mum loves winter!
I love the White stuff too. I like running about in it and pretending to spook at snow flakes. The boss lady's foal makes snow blob things and I try to steal their carrot noses. Hot Stepper however does not seem to like the fact we are turned out in it every day and stands looking miserable. The first day the stuff arrived he got down for a roll and got snow down the neck of his rug. You'd think he'd got some sort of biting creature down there the fuss he made. Forget ants in his pants he had a whole nest in his knickers. Big girl.
Because of the White stuff we're all getting loads of hay in the fields and extra hay at night. Apparently this is due to us not having access to the grass. Excuse me but are you lot dumb? The grass is underneath! All we have to do is dig around and hey presto there it is! I showed Dolly the best digging technique the other day and was rewarded with a kiss. She then bit me but I kinda like the pain pleasure thing if you know what I mean? Hubba Hubba!
So once again we are all in semi retirement. The roads are too dangerous, the menage is frozen solid and I'm quite happy! I get to watch the boss lady flounder about on the snow (although annoyingly she has better balance than mum who is hilarious to watch) and then when mum gets back her best prancing on ice impression. This morning I did slip into her and knock her into the fence but alas not on the bit that was biting. I so enjoy watching mum dance about showing off her extensive vocabulary - it makes me so proud.
So I'm hoping this White stuff stays for a while longer. No work, a grateful Dolly, lots of hay, the new ginger mare to work my charm on (I'm one of the few at the yard she doesn't savage on a daily basis - what can I say? The girl has taste ......) and fun White stuff to play in. Long live the White stuff!
P.S. Did you see my pictures on my Facebook pages of me in the snow? Manly huh?!
P.P.S I'm liking these pictures of naked hotties you keep sending me - Hubba Hubba! This fame lark is SO fab!
P.P.P.S mums been asked to do a talk at some library place about my book. What's a library? Should I insist that I have to go too? What do you think?
I am a bad bad horse for not writing last week and being late this week. I blame mother. Last week she was away working to "keep me in the lifestyle I am accustomed to" and this week she and dad are prepping to move house. Apparently they are moving closer to my home so there goes my standing in the neighbourhood.....
Anyway I have little in the way of news to impart as we have all been confined to the yard for the last few weeks. Yep the White stuff has arrived! I love it. So does mum she squeals with delight so much when the White stuff is here, it fills my heart with joy. She squeals when I flick the stuff down the back of her neck, she squeals when I get onto the icy bits and all four legs go to opposite corners of the globe, she squeals when she slips, grabs hold of me and I move, she squeals when I help her break the ice in my water trough and shower her in water, all in all mum loves winter!
I love the White stuff too. I like running about in it and pretending to spook at snow flakes. The boss lady's foal makes snow blob things and I try to steal their carrot noses. Hot Stepper however does not seem to like the fact we are turned out in it every day and stands looking miserable. The first day the stuff arrived he got down for a roll and got snow down the neck of his rug. You'd think he'd got some sort of biting creature down there the fuss he made. Forget ants in his pants he had a whole nest in his knickers. Big girl.
Because of the White stuff we're all getting loads of hay in the fields and extra hay at night. Apparently this is due to us not having access to the grass. Excuse me but are you lot dumb? The grass is underneath! All we have to do is dig around and hey presto there it is! I showed Dolly the best digging technique the other day and was rewarded with a kiss. She then bit me but I kinda like the pain pleasure thing if you know what I mean? Hubba Hubba!
So once again we are all in semi retirement. The roads are too dangerous, the menage is frozen solid and I'm quite happy! I get to watch the boss lady flounder about on the snow (although annoyingly she has better balance than mum who is hilarious to watch) and then when mum gets back her best prancing on ice impression. This morning I did slip into her and knock her into the fence but alas not on the bit that was biting. I so enjoy watching mum dance about showing off her extensive vocabulary - it makes me so proud.
So I'm hoping this White stuff stays for a while longer. No work, a grateful Dolly, lots of hay, the new ginger mare to work my charm on (I'm one of the few at the yard she doesn't savage on a daily basis - what can I say? The girl has taste ......) and fun White stuff to play in. Long live the White stuff!
P.S. Did you see my pictures on my Facebook pages of me in the snow? Manly huh?!
P.P.S I'm liking these pictures of naked hotties you keep sending me - Hubba Hubba! This fame lark is SO fab!
P.P.P.S mums been asked to do a talk at some library place about my book. What's a library? Should I insist that I have to go too? What do you think?
You looked very handsome in the pictures
