JenHunt
Well-Known Member
I'll be joining my mate Hovis in the doghouse I fear.....
After accidentally headbutting Granddad the other week (he broke teeth apparently
) and then getting told off last week by mum for reading a road closed sign (surely she could see I was trying to be helpful!) I thought this weekend would be better. How wrong could I be?
the foot-bangy man came on Monday and banged my feet for a while and muttered about how rubbish my feet are. I'll have him (and you) know that they are Not rubbish - they just aren't what he'd like them to be, which is silly little poncy thoroughbred feet that are held up for him by a silly poncy thoroughbred... I say if he wants them, he can hold them up!).
Then on Friday aunty Ro came back from somewhere she calls plimhole. Tom says its near the sea in the south. I think it sounds nasty, why would you want to live anywhere that's called hole? She pulled my beautiful mane then chopped of my samson-like tail at the most ridiculous height. Mum said it wasn't short enough and then trimmed some more off, so mow I look like i've been docked by a wooden spoon!
On saturday we had a nice short ride, Tom and I tried to race up the hill, but he's too fat and ran out of puff half way up. I thought it would be rude to leave him behind so I walked with him. Mum said that I looked like a broodmare with my belly and all the fluff. It's not fluff, it's a winter coat. It's not a belly mother, it's... well. it's not up to her anyway.
then today tom bet me that I couldn't beat him up the hill again, but Mum and aunty Ro wouldn't let us. So Tom did his best Mistral Horjis impression (sideways, the lot!) and I did my best spanish riding school impression and then we bu55ered off up the hill. Only problem is.... when we got to the top I realised that I'd lost a shoe.
thought I could hide it by walking on the grass but mum got cross with me and made me walk on the track, then got even crosser when I ouched about a stone and she realised I'd lost a shoe... Aunty Ro said she thought 6 days is a record for me, but I'm sure I normally keep them on longer than that, so think she must be stoopid. Mum was so cross that she's threatened not to take me hunting this season.
I'm considering myself to be well and truly grounded. Think i'll be eating hifi no cal forever and a day.
Anyway... signing off from the doghouse.
Ron
After accidentally headbutting Granddad the other week (he broke teeth apparently
) and then getting told off last week by mum for reading a road closed sign (surely she could see I was trying to be helpful!) I thought this weekend would be better. How wrong could I be?the foot-bangy man came on Monday and banged my feet for a while and muttered about how rubbish my feet are. I'll have him (and you) know that they are Not rubbish - they just aren't what he'd like them to be, which is silly little poncy thoroughbred feet that are held up for him by a silly poncy thoroughbred... I say if he wants them, he can hold them up!).
Then on Friday aunty Ro came back from somewhere she calls plimhole. Tom says its near the sea in the south. I think it sounds nasty, why would you want to live anywhere that's called hole? She pulled my beautiful mane then chopped of my samson-like tail at the most ridiculous height. Mum said it wasn't short enough and then trimmed some more off, so mow I look like i've been docked by a wooden spoon!
On saturday we had a nice short ride, Tom and I tried to race up the hill, but he's too fat and ran out of puff half way up. I thought it would be rude to leave him behind so I walked with him. Mum said that I looked like a broodmare with my belly and all the fluff. It's not fluff, it's a winter coat. It's not a belly mother, it's... well. it's not up to her anyway.
then today tom bet me that I couldn't beat him up the hill again, but Mum and aunty Ro wouldn't let us. So Tom did his best Mistral Horjis impression (sideways, the lot!) and I did my best spanish riding school impression and then we bu55ered off up the hill. Only problem is.... when we got to the top I realised that I'd lost a shoe.
thought I could hide it by walking on the grass but mum got cross with me and made me walk on the track, then got even crosser when I ouched about a stone and she realised I'd lost a shoe... Aunty Ro said she thought 6 days is a record for me, but I'm sure I normally keep them on longer than that, so think she must be stoopid. Mum was so cross that she's threatened not to take me hunting this season. I'm considering myself to be well and truly grounded. Think i'll be eating hifi no cal forever and a day.
Anyway... signing off from the doghouse.
Ron
She's also threatening to clip me so I reminded her that I have to be sedated - that shut her up!