Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear Diary
Well Diary I survived!
It was horrific and horrible and cruel and unnecessary but we did it. Well actually it wasnt THAT bad but still I dont want to encourage mother to take this stressage thing seriously.
The day dawned early and Aunty Sarah and mum dragged me out of the field and subjected me to a brutal but swift scrub of the feathers, tidy of the mane and an attempt to tame my tail into submission. Then travel boots thrown on I was loaded onto my executive transport and off we went.
When we got there I recognised the place as somewhere that mum had brought me to see Evil Army Man before so I had a brief flash of excitement that we might be doing some jumping but alas no. Mums breathing by this stage had done the usual trick of going very very peculiar and Aunty Sarah took over the task of getting me ready.
Mum took the decision to keep me in my gag in case I got over excited sod all chance of that mum were poncing about in circles not doing anything exciting. Aunty Sarah said to me it was because its mums comfort blanket not because she doesnt trust me ha! Anyway we went to warm up and whilst I did decide to prat about a bit and not stand still for mum to mount on the whole I behaved myself. I did have one moment of looking in amazement at a lorry ramp undoing itself and lowering itself to the ground without needing people to hold it (wow! I SO want one of those!). Contrary to mothers opinion I was NOT scared of it I was merely intrigued by the technical aspects of the hydraulics. Honest..
Then some nice lady called mum over and we went into this big inside place with big white boards with letters on them and a big picture frames which had a moving picture of a dude who looked a lot like me. We were doing ok, although I was refusing to go close to the big white board things, until mum forgot where we were supposed to be going. They rang a bell at her to remind her and she got a bit flustered for a minute. Thankfully she pulled herself together, decided not to let the side down and carried on. She did go on and on and on about it for the rest of the day so me thinks she was a bit embarrassed. See I may be a bog trotter but at least I know where Im going usually towards anything edible. .....
Now I have to admit I wasnt exactly giving it full revs I was very bored, there were no jumps and so my usual power house trot was somewhat lacking in vavavoom. Mum spent a few minutes frantically deciding if she had time to put my other bit in but decided we didnt thus its not my fault if I lacked impulsion. Put a fence up and Ill show you impulsion...
Anyway we went in again and this time a nice lady told mum were to go so that was much better. I had by this stage decided that there was food in the place near the picture of the dude like me so did spend a lot of time staring through the window. I do not think this was in any way responsible for my little trip the floor must have been uneven, at least thats my story and Im sticking to it.
We survived the second poncing about and mum started actually breathing again which was a relief because I dont know that mouth to mouth thing and looking like Im snogging mum could seriously have ruined my chances with the hot ginger mama parked in the lorry next to us.
Mum tootled off to find out how wed done and Aunty Sarah took my tack off and gave me a nice rinse off. To my surprise mum came back with two bits of paper and a rosette! We apparently didnt come last, the judge thought I was cool although lacking in impulsion (see my note earlier give me a fence to jump and I can be impulsed all you like love!). Mum was told her circles were too small and she needs to encourage me into her hand. Not being funny but is the judge woman blind? How is mum going to fit me in her hand? Have they not seen mums midget hands and the size of me?! How silly. Proof once more (if any was ever needed) that these stressage people are all a bit mad.
Anyway I have a nasty feeling that we might be back for another go with me in my snaffle and mum in her spurs. Apparently my lack of enthusiasm is fixable and mum has much to work on oh deep joy more poncing about for me then....
All in all I had an ok day out the dude in the lorry on the other side of me was a bit too keen for my liking, the mare in the other side lorry was quite fit, lots of people came over to stroke me and say how gorgeous I am (these people were obviously not blind!) and I got some treats for not bobbing off with mum into the next county. If Id have thought there was something in the next county that was more interesting then trust me wed have been there like a shot!
So I am now chilling in my field getting ready for my appearance at the Lincolnshire County show on weds and Thursday. Im just hoping I get to stand there looking brooding and get treats and that theres none of this poncing lark. I hope? Maybe see some of you there? Laters.....
Well Diary I survived!
It was horrific and horrible and cruel and unnecessary but we did it. Well actually it wasnt THAT bad but still I dont want to encourage mother to take this stressage thing seriously.
The day dawned early and Aunty Sarah and mum dragged me out of the field and subjected me to a brutal but swift scrub of the feathers, tidy of the mane and an attempt to tame my tail into submission. Then travel boots thrown on I was loaded onto my executive transport and off we went.
When we got there I recognised the place as somewhere that mum had brought me to see Evil Army Man before so I had a brief flash of excitement that we might be doing some jumping but alas no. Mums breathing by this stage had done the usual trick of going very very peculiar and Aunty Sarah took over the task of getting me ready.
Mum took the decision to keep me in my gag in case I got over excited sod all chance of that mum were poncing about in circles not doing anything exciting. Aunty Sarah said to me it was because its mums comfort blanket not because she doesnt trust me ha! Anyway we went to warm up and whilst I did decide to prat about a bit and not stand still for mum to mount on the whole I behaved myself. I did have one moment of looking in amazement at a lorry ramp undoing itself and lowering itself to the ground without needing people to hold it (wow! I SO want one of those!). Contrary to mothers opinion I was NOT scared of it I was merely intrigued by the technical aspects of the hydraulics. Honest..
Then some nice lady called mum over and we went into this big inside place with big white boards with letters on them and a big picture frames which had a moving picture of a dude who looked a lot like me. We were doing ok, although I was refusing to go close to the big white board things, until mum forgot where we were supposed to be going. They rang a bell at her to remind her and she got a bit flustered for a minute. Thankfully she pulled herself together, decided not to let the side down and carried on. She did go on and on and on about it for the rest of the day so me thinks she was a bit embarrassed. See I may be a bog trotter but at least I know where Im going usually towards anything edible. .....
Now I have to admit I wasnt exactly giving it full revs I was very bored, there were no jumps and so my usual power house trot was somewhat lacking in vavavoom. Mum spent a few minutes frantically deciding if she had time to put my other bit in but decided we didnt thus its not my fault if I lacked impulsion. Put a fence up and Ill show you impulsion...
Anyway we went in again and this time a nice lady told mum were to go so that was much better. I had by this stage decided that there was food in the place near the picture of the dude like me so did spend a lot of time staring through the window. I do not think this was in any way responsible for my little trip the floor must have been uneven, at least thats my story and Im sticking to it.
We survived the second poncing about and mum started actually breathing again which was a relief because I dont know that mouth to mouth thing and looking like Im snogging mum could seriously have ruined my chances with the hot ginger mama parked in the lorry next to us.
Mum tootled off to find out how wed done and Aunty Sarah took my tack off and gave me a nice rinse off. To my surprise mum came back with two bits of paper and a rosette! We apparently didnt come last, the judge thought I was cool although lacking in impulsion (see my note earlier give me a fence to jump and I can be impulsed all you like love!). Mum was told her circles were too small and she needs to encourage me into her hand. Not being funny but is the judge woman blind? How is mum going to fit me in her hand? Have they not seen mums midget hands and the size of me?! How silly. Proof once more (if any was ever needed) that these stressage people are all a bit mad.
Anyway I have a nasty feeling that we might be back for another go with me in my snaffle and mum in her spurs. Apparently my lack of enthusiasm is fixable and mum has much to work on oh deep joy more poncing about for me then....
All in all I had an ok day out the dude in the lorry on the other side of me was a bit too keen for my liking, the mare in the other side lorry was quite fit, lots of people came over to stroke me and say how gorgeous I am (these people were obviously not blind!) and I got some treats for not bobbing off with mum into the next county. If Id have thought there was something in the next county that was more interesting then trust me wed have been there like a shot!
So I am now chilling in my field getting ready for my appearance at the Lincolnshire County show on weds and Thursday. Im just hoping I get to stand there looking brooding and get treats and that theres none of this poncing lark. I hope? Maybe see some of you there? Laters.....
