Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
I am wet. I dont mean in a pathetic wimpy kind of a way, because frankly that would be impossible with so much Destroyer juice in my blood, but in a bedraggled soggy kind of a way. It appears the man upstairs has turned on the shower and gone on holiday for a week because its not stopped. The other week we were roasting now were wet enough to grow cress on what is with the guy? Added to which today its so windy I am doing an Elvis impression with my mane no matter which way I point my bum so not a good look.
Not to be honest that this is bothering the ladies at the moment. The new girl is so enthralled with me (check out me using a big word) that she just stands and stares at me all night. Which to be honest is a little creepy but beggars cant be choosers. She is a very good kisser though and mum says Im better off with these nice normal mares than the flashy well bred tarts I usually like to chase. Might be true mother but sometimes a boy enjoys punching above his weight even if the object of his lust promptly punches him back. Usually in the face.......
Meanwhile because Dolly views me as her boy toy to be played with when she fancies it, then the attention from Molly (the other mare) is making her up her game. Which I am SO not complaining about. I have the moral standards of a disavowed monk in a knocking shop and I have NO shame. Bring it on ladies!
Aunty Sammies boot camp continues and even Cool New shoes Man did say I was in rather good shape at the moment. He came on Wednesday with junior cool new shoes man to do me and the prancing poofs feet. Needless to say much moaning about the size of my feet and how hard they are ensued and by the end he could have been mistaken for one of those dodgy phone calls all panty and puffing. I am concerned that one of these days I might have to give him mouth to mouth a thought that does not fill me with joy; Ive no idea where his mouth has been....
Last weekend saw Hot Steppers mum return and so I was tasked with taking the pansy out hacking with Aunty Sam. Apparently he was likely to be a forward going train with no brakes so I was there as support. So for fun I decided to be forward going and every time Aunty Sam asked for trot I gave her canter. Which was hilarious. Until she smacked me across the bum with her whip and questioned my parentage. I do like to prove us big boys are not plodding donkeys and I think aunty Sammie now has a very different view of us heavier types. She was overheard remarking to mum that mum puts herself down, Im not an easy ride and I am very very forward. Why thank you!
So despite the weather I shall be out every day this weekend no doubt although I know aunty Sam asked mum about taking me show jumping soon so maybe we might practise some jumping? Which will be fun because aunty Sam actually likes to JUMP as opposed to STEP over 18 inch cross poles a la my mothers penchant. So we shall see. Until then I am going to try to find a position in which my mane is not blowing about like a smurfs hair piece and eat some grass. Laters........
PS Thanks to all who have bought my new book so far. Copies are flying off the shelves which is good because if it doesnt go well mum will cry and be really grumpy. Mum being grumpy = me getting no fussing or treats so please ensure this doesnt happen and buy it? For me? Pretty please......
I am wet. I dont mean in a pathetic wimpy kind of a way, because frankly that would be impossible with so much Destroyer juice in my blood, but in a bedraggled soggy kind of a way. It appears the man upstairs has turned on the shower and gone on holiday for a week because its not stopped. The other week we were roasting now were wet enough to grow cress on what is with the guy? Added to which today its so windy I am doing an Elvis impression with my mane no matter which way I point my bum so not a good look.
Not to be honest that this is bothering the ladies at the moment. The new girl is so enthralled with me (check out me using a big word) that she just stands and stares at me all night. Which to be honest is a little creepy but beggars cant be choosers. She is a very good kisser though and mum says Im better off with these nice normal mares than the flashy well bred tarts I usually like to chase. Might be true mother but sometimes a boy enjoys punching above his weight even if the object of his lust promptly punches him back. Usually in the face.......
Meanwhile because Dolly views me as her boy toy to be played with when she fancies it, then the attention from Molly (the other mare) is making her up her game. Which I am SO not complaining about. I have the moral standards of a disavowed monk in a knocking shop and I have NO shame. Bring it on ladies!
Aunty Sammies boot camp continues and even Cool New shoes Man did say I was in rather good shape at the moment. He came on Wednesday with junior cool new shoes man to do me and the prancing poofs feet. Needless to say much moaning about the size of my feet and how hard they are ensued and by the end he could have been mistaken for one of those dodgy phone calls all panty and puffing. I am concerned that one of these days I might have to give him mouth to mouth a thought that does not fill me with joy; Ive no idea where his mouth has been....
Last weekend saw Hot Steppers mum return and so I was tasked with taking the pansy out hacking with Aunty Sam. Apparently he was likely to be a forward going train with no brakes so I was there as support. So for fun I decided to be forward going and every time Aunty Sam asked for trot I gave her canter. Which was hilarious. Until she smacked me across the bum with her whip and questioned my parentage. I do like to prove us big boys are not plodding donkeys and I think aunty Sammie now has a very different view of us heavier types. She was overheard remarking to mum that mum puts herself down, Im not an easy ride and I am very very forward. Why thank you!
So despite the weather I shall be out every day this weekend no doubt although I know aunty Sam asked mum about taking me show jumping soon so maybe we might practise some jumping? Which will be fun because aunty Sam actually likes to JUMP as opposed to STEP over 18 inch cross poles a la my mothers penchant. So we shall see. Until then I am going to try to find a position in which my mane is not blowing about like a smurfs hair piece and eat some grass. Laters........
PS Thanks to all who have bought my new book so far. Copies are flying off the shelves which is good because if it doesnt go well mum will cry and be really grumpy. Mum being grumpy = me getting no fussing or treats so please ensure this doesnt happen and buy it? For me? Pretty please......
