Hovis_and_SidsMum
Well-Known Member
Dear Diary
I am writing to you again on a Thursday because mums fat band issues are still not sorted so when shes at home on a Friday we have no internet. Which is pants. But at least this way i get to write to you until its fixed........
I need rescuing. Now. In a big posh horse lorry to be taken away to a life of pampering and appreciation of my manliness. I cant be left here its the height of cruelty to leave me with my mad mother, Aunty Sams boot camp and evil German needle man.
So as I told you last week boot camp has started - I am exhausted and its only a week or so in. I have been hacked at hours of the morning I didnt know existed, made to school until you cant see what colour I am for the sweat and weve not even started the jumping yet. I cant cope!
Last week I told you that I was booked in for my injections for my legs but my favourite vet the Herman the German had stood me up for 150 cows. Well in fairness he obviously decided to re-evaluate this and decided that I am much nicer, and probably less smelly, than a vast number of cows so came to see me instead. Upon arrival he dropped his bombshell hes leaving! Mum was shocked and pointed out how could he leave such a celebrity client? Then thankfully he explained he was setting up on his own and would love to tell people he was the vet to such a famous horse. I was most gratified and even more so when about 5 minutes later he told mum she should give me a pint of beer a day. I seriously LOVE this man. Mum however was horrified and suggested he was advocating under age equine drinking. I personally saw no issue with this at all...............
He also told mum she was very strict with me which he likes to see as I always look such a good weight and so healthy. A boy can go off someone SO quickly...... anyway after all this flattery he then shoved a needle in my neck, gave me a cuddle and said hed see me in 10 days. I hope hes bringing some German beer?
Any hope of me having the rest of the day off to recover were swiftly removed when later that day Aunty Sammy arrived and beasted me for an hour in the school. Shes also much stroppier than mum and insists on everything being straight, done correctly, blah blah blah. Mum says its good for me to have people who are such good riders ride me. Says who? Between Aunty Sam and the Boss Lady I swear mother is trying to turn me into a dressage fairy.
On Sunday morning at an hour so ungodly even the birds werent up I went out for a hack with Aunty Sam and Aunty Sarah plus the hot stepping river dance reject. I once again showed everyone the power of my canter and the sheer speed that we big bog trotting beef cakes can get to. Aunty Sam was most impressed. I loved it. Thats my forte running at full power not farting about in circles like a snail with a memory loss issue.
This weekend I am off out hacking again and I swear I heard mum mention getting the jumps out - so maybe boot camp is getting to a more exciting phase? If thats the case then this is GI Hovis reporting for duty!!
So other than the fact I have been wetter than a sock in a swimming pool all week due to the weather and colder than a naked Eskimo, all is fine. Were moving field soon to the summer ones so maybe I get to lose my highly bred shadow for a while (although I have to confess he is useful for getting those hard to reach bits of my neck for scratching). Im hoping for a field wedged between Frilly and Dolly can anyone put a word in for me?
I am writing to you again on a Thursday because mums fat band issues are still not sorted so when shes at home on a Friday we have no internet. Which is pants. But at least this way i get to write to you until its fixed........
I need rescuing. Now. In a big posh horse lorry to be taken away to a life of pampering and appreciation of my manliness. I cant be left here its the height of cruelty to leave me with my mad mother, Aunty Sams boot camp and evil German needle man.
So as I told you last week boot camp has started - I am exhausted and its only a week or so in. I have been hacked at hours of the morning I didnt know existed, made to school until you cant see what colour I am for the sweat and weve not even started the jumping yet. I cant cope!
Last week I told you that I was booked in for my injections for my legs but my favourite vet the Herman the German had stood me up for 150 cows. Well in fairness he obviously decided to re-evaluate this and decided that I am much nicer, and probably less smelly, than a vast number of cows so came to see me instead. Upon arrival he dropped his bombshell hes leaving! Mum was shocked and pointed out how could he leave such a celebrity client? Then thankfully he explained he was setting up on his own and would love to tell people he was the vet to such a famous horse. I was most gratified and even more so when about 5 minutes later he told mum she should give me a pint of beer a day. I seriously LOVE this man. Mum however was horrified and suggested he was advocating under age equine drinking. I personally saw no issue with this at all...............
He also told mum she was very strict with me which he likes to see as I always look such a good weight and so healthy. A boy can go off someone SO quickly...... anyway after all this flattery he then shoved a needle in my neck, gave me a cuddle and said hed see me in 10 days. I hope hes bringing some German beer?
Any hope of me having the rest of the day off to recover were swiftly removed when later that day Aunty Sammy arrived and beasted me for an hour in the school. Shes also much stroppier than mum and insists on everything being straight, done correctly, blah blah blah. Mum says its good for me to have people who are such good riders ride me. Says who? Between Aunty Sam and the Boss Lady I swear mother is trying to turn me into a dressage fairy.
On Sunday morning at an hour so ungodly even the birds werent up I went out for a hack with Aunty Sam and Aunty Sarah plus the hot stepping river dance reject. I once again showed everyone the power of my canter and the sheer speed that we big bog trotting beef cakes can get to. Aunty Sam was most impressed. I loved it. Thats my forte running at full power not farting about in circles like a snail with a memory loss issue.
This weekend I am off out hacking again and I swear I heard mum mention getting the jumps out - so maybe boot camp is getting to a more exciting phase? If thats the case then this is GI Hovis reporting for duty!!
So other than the fact I have been wetter than a sock in a swimming pool all week due to the weather and colder than a naked Eskimo, all is fine. Were moving field soon to the summer ones so maybe I get to lose my highly bred shadow for a while (although I have to confess he is useful for getting those hard to reach bits of my neck for scratching). Im hoping for a field wedged between Frilly and Dolly can anyone put a word in for me?
but on the plus side I'm now almost as famous as yourself! I've been in H&H twice apparently, and in the local papers and stuff... Mum says we raised £2300 for two charities - something to do with the giant yellow fly thing and the one that looks after injured soldiers.
