Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
I am so sorry I didn't write on friday but mum was in Londonium so I could get access to the laptop. Not that it would have mattered if I did. I probably wouldn't have been able to get any signal from within the casa de pero which is where i am firmly residing at the moment.........
Last weekend mum and Dad ruined my life. There i have said it.... they RUINED my life. I have been SHORN. Like a sheep! I have no fur, I look like a baby seal, all my manly gingerness has gone and been replaced by a delicate shade of pale grey which has had every other mum on the yard making cooing noises about how "sweet" I look. I am not SWEET. I am the destroyer. A big manly beast - not a cute sweet little thing - apparently I look about 4 years old again. The only good news is mum fought off an attack by boss lady sarah and Dad to take my legs off too so at least I still have my feathers.
Anyway my newly aquired streamlined look has got me in a world of trouble this week....
First of all I have been put in a new field with lots and lots of grass. My new field is next to Dolly who is the yard matriach and until now she has paid about as much attention to me as road kill. That was until I managed to upend the bin that her mum puts outside her field with "stuff" in it and empty said "stuff" all over the place. In the process i found a box of treats which was very nice. I also discovered Dollys mum can also run quite quickly and shout very loudly.......... oooooppps.......
Then on thursday mum got on me for a ride. Well I am sorry but I have had a week eating great grass, I am now no longer weighed down with fur - what exactly did she expect? Apparently my enthusiatic jumping into canter was inappropriate and resulted in me being lunged til I nearly died of exhaustion. I hate my life...
On saturday we went to a jumping clinic and Dad rode me. This was partly due to mum not wishing to fall off in front of some of her friends - which worked well as a tactic - Dad fell off instead.... Admittedly my last minute swerve to go and gawp at a fit chick parading up and down a nearby field probably didn't help matters but I refuse to take full responsibility for it. Dad should have held on tighter. I jumped everything else very well but that fence was far too close to a hottie and a boy cannot be blamed for wanting to do what bunnies do.
So Dads not happy with me, mums not happy with me, Dollys mum is not happy with me, all in all I am not in the good books.
On the plus side Dolly has come round far more since my new haircut and actually called out to me yesterday. She also ended up in trouble as she broke loose in the barn and sauntered down for a chat over my stable door the other night. I am thinking of playing hard to get but I think I am slightly too desperate to pull that off with any conviction. Maybe its my new "boglands quaver" posh name that has thawed her?
Talking of which mum says the games are over now so I can go back to being just Hovis. I think its stinks that i was not invited. Mum says theres a big games party in 2012, I will be 9 by then so do you think I will be allowed to go?
I am so sorry I didn't write on friday but mum was in Londonium so I could get access to the laptop. Not that it would have mattered if I did. I probably wouldn't have been able to get any signal from within the casa de pero which is where i am firmly residing at the moment.........
Last weekend mum and Dad ruined my life. There i have said it.... they RUINED my life. I have been SHORN. Like a sheep! I have no fur, I look like a baby seal, all my manly gingerness has gone and been replaced by a delicate shade of pale grey which has had every other mum on the yard making cooing noises about how "sweet" I look. I am not SWEET. I am the destroyer. A big manly beast - not a cute sweet little thing - apparently I look about 4 years old again. The only good news is mum fought off an attack by boss lady sarah and Dad to take my legs off too so at least I still have my feathers.
Anyway my newly aquired streamlined look has got me in a world of trouble this week....
First of all I have been put in a new field with lots and lots of grass. My new field is next to Dolly who is the yard matriach and until now she has paid about as much attention to me as road kill. That was until I managed to upend the bin that her mum puts outside her field with "stuff" in it and empty said "stuff" all over the place. In the process i found a box of treats which was very nice. I also discovered Dollys mum can also run quite quickly and shout very loudly.......... oooooppps.......
Then on thursday mum got on me for a ride. Well I am sorry but I have had a week eating great grass, I am now no longer weighed down with fur - what exactly did she expect? Apparently my enthusiatic jumping into canter was inappropriate and resulted in me being lunged til I nearly died of exhaustion. I hate my life...
On saturday we went to a jumping clinic and Dad rode me. This was partly due to mum not wishing to fall off in front of some of her friends - which worked well as a tactic - Dad fell off instead.... Admittedly my last minute swerve to go and gawp at a fit chick parading up and down a nearby field probably didn't help matters but I refuse to take full responsibility for it. Dad should have held on tighter. I jumped everything else very well but that fence was far too close to a hottie and a boy cannot be blamed for wanting to do what bunnies do.
So Dads not happy with me, mums not happy with me, Dollys mum is not happy with me, all in all I am not in the good books.
On the plus side Dolly has come round far more since my new haircut and actually called out to me yesterday. She also ended up in trouble as she broke loose in the barn and sauntered down for a chat over my stable door the other night. I am thinking of playing hard to get but I think I am slightly too desperate to pull that off with any conviction. Maybe its my new "boglands quaver" posh name that has thawed her?
Talking of which mum says the games are over now so I can go back to being just Hovis. I think its stinks that i was not invited. Mum says theres a big games party in 2012, I will be 9 by then so do you think I will be allowed to go?