Dizzy socks
Well-Known Member
Hello,
And welcome to..The Diary Of A Very Small Pony. I am the very small pony in question.
I have been very bored recently, what with all the snow and ice, and have decided to put pen to paper and write a diary. My diary will be translated by Dizzy socks, aka " The Owner" (Know hereafter as the Human).
As this is my first installement, I should probably begin by introducing myself. My name is Socks, and I am an 11.2 hh welsh section A. I am a very...Unique colour, and in my time have been called, chestnut, flaxen chestnut, flaxen liver chestnut, bay, taffy, and silver dapple (What ever that is ?!?) I have a dark chestnut coat, and a silvery white mane and tail with black streaks running through it. I have 4 white socks, and 1 black fetlock, which looks like it has been dyed,- I get no end of aggro, about "Having dyed hair". I have a broad white blaze, and expressive eyes ( Which melt the Human's Heart-Very handy) I am 7 years old, which is unfortunate. I can no longer use the " But...I am a Baby!" excuse for spooking, and general silliness.
I have a very, very small fieldmate named Saffron. She is only 2, but I find very mature for her age. It can sometimes be slightly embarassing to be honest- She isn't even scared of plastic bags! I mean, who doesn't run when a plastic baga appears baring it's teeth. She is flaxen chestnut, with a slightly lighter chestnut coat than me, and a golden flaxen mane. She is a Minature Shetland x Shetland, but I have sneaky suspision that is really a normal Shetland, as she seems to get bigger and bigger!
Over the the fence live 2 Eriskay ponies ( Apparently they are a rare breed - I'm am not surpised, they are well wierd.) I don't know what their "Owners" Call them, but I call the black gelding Psycho, for his odd aversion to being faced with your back end, or ignored. I can be having a nice conversation, and as soon as I turn to go, he will dash at me and try to sink his teeth in to my well-rounded back side. He has never actually got to me yet, but many of my rugs have substantial rips in them. Sometimes I entertain myself by teasing him. I stand just out of reach, facing the other direction, and chuckle to myself as he rushes at the fence, teeth bared. I actually rather fancy the grey mare, she is shaggy-in-a-cute-way. However, I am playing hard to get, although I feel I may have to relent soon, as I can't keep it up much longer. There is also an aged Donkey, who I call Dobby. I do not find him particularly interesting, as he spends most of his time dozing in the sun.
The Human brought us hay for the first time last night. About time too! I was afraid we were slowly starving to death; we have been having to dig in the snow to find even the smallest morsel of grass. A long lecture accompanied the hay, something along the lines of " You are both far too fat, You must be getting fatter, you must be the fattest ponies ever" I mean, the cheek of it! As I am fat! I'm nearly starving to death.
Hope to write again soon, as it seems to be a great outlet for my energy.
Socks x (A very small pony)
And welcome to..The Diary Of A Very Small Pony. I am the very small pony in question.
I have been very bored recently, what with all the snow and ice, and have decided to put pen to paper and write a diary. My diary will be translated by Dizzy socks, aka " The Owner" (Know hereafter as the Human).
As this is my first installement, I should probably begin by introducing myself. My name is Socks, and I am an 11.2 hh welsh section A. I am a very...Unique colour, and in my time have been called, chestnut, flaxen chestnut, flaxen liver chestnut, bay, taffy, and silver dapple (What ever that is ?!?) I have a dark chestnut coat, and a silvery white mane and tail with black streaks running through it. I have 4 white socks, and 1 black fetlock, which looks like it has been dyed,- I get no end of aggro, about "Having dyed hair". I have a broad white blaze, and expressive eyes ( Which melt the Human's Heart-Very handy) I am 7 years old, which is unfortunate. I can no longer use the " But...I am a Baby!" excuse for spooking, and general silliness.
I have a very, very small fieldmate named Saffron. She is only 2, but I find very mature for her age. It can sometimes be slightly embarassing to be honest- She isn't even scared of plastic bags! I mean, who doesn't run when a plastic baga appears baring it's teeth. She is flaxen chestnut, with a slightly lighter chestnut coat than me, and a golden flaxen mane. She is a Minature Shetland x Shetland, but I have sneaky suspision that is really a normal Shetland, as she seems to get bigger and bigger!
Over the the fence live 2 Eriskay ponies ( Apparently they are a rare breed - I'm am not surpised, they are well wierd.) I don't know what their "Owners" Call them, but I call the black gelding Psycho, for his odd aversion to being faced with your back end, or ignored. I can be having a nice conversation, and as soon as I turn to go, he will dash at me and try to sink his teeth in to my well-rounded back side. He has never actually got to me yet, but many of my rugs have substantial rips in them. Sometimes I entertain myself by teasing him. I stand just out of reach, facing the other direction, and chuckle to myself as he rushes at the fence, teeth bared. I actually rather fancy the grey mare, she is shaggy-in-a-cute-way. However, I am playing hard to get, although I feel I may have to relent soon, as I can't keep it up much longer. There is also an aged Donkey, who I call Dobby. I do not find him particularly interesting, as he spends most of his time dozing in the sun.
The Human brought us hay for the first time last night. About time too! I was afraid we were slowly starving to death; we have been having to dig in the snow to find even the smallest morsel of grass. A long lecture accompanied the hay, something along the lines of " You are both far too fat, You must be getting fatter, you must be the fattest ponies ever" I mean, the cheek of it! As I am fat! I'm nearly starving to death.
Hope to write again soon, as it seems to be a great outlet for my energy.
Socks x (A very small pony)
