Baydale
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I've tried my best to not have to do these reports, mainly by not doing any events, but this weekend the slave caught me unawares (damn her!)
I knew when she put the bobbly things in my mane that there was no way I was going to get off games. I was quite excited when we got there, but I find the first bit really boring so I made it a bit more exciting by doing a very sneaky flying change when - if you believe what she says - she was two steps off asking me to do a simple change. I thought I'd get better marks for showing some initiative but apparently that's not how it works.
She seemed quite happy with the mark, 29.6, although there must have been a much cleverer pony that got 27.7.
Onto the coloured jumping bit, which I quite like. Apparently I'd find it easier if I tucked my legs up under my tummy more, but I love the feeling of flying through the air for ages so I do that instead. The slave was much easier to deal with today and didn't mess me about too much; I came to the last combination in travers just to wake her up a bit, but she patted me when I finished and I did the customary shaking of the head whilst mentally saying "God I'm good".
She disappeared for a while and came back muttering under her breath something about ditches. I think she'd scared herself watching Badminton tbh, cos I'm not normally too bothered about them. Anyway, I pulled her out of the start box and tapped the first fence (just to be sure it was the fixed fence bit we were doing and not the coloured fence bit), then gave the next two about 3ft of space, then we went into the woods. I got a bit of a shock when we went up a hill, 90 degree turn left, then right then I could see one hedge, but it turned out to be three on funny angles. I minced through there, just to be careful, then did a big wide logpile, then she pointed me at something that didn't look like there was room to squeeze over the top of it, so I made her catch the flag with her left toe (it's a good job I'm toned and buff at the mo cos HumungaHorse would never have got his fat belly through that gap).
Then we did a bank thingy, carefully again (you have to be sure there aren't monsters lurking), then she kicked like mad and actually smacked me - the cheek of it - over a triple bar with a ditch under it. I was so irritated I took off with her down the hill, lept over a brush parallel then galloped out into the field, did a skinny one, then she kept me galloping to a ski jump. I put a little one in (that shut her up!), then did another skinny brush. I was really getting into it by now and she didn't dare smack me to the next couple with ditches under. There was a bounce near the end, again my cue to spend ages in the air (ok, I was showing off
) then galloped to the finish.
She seemed happy enough and I saw my chance to fill my face with grass, and deservedly so after all that effort. She started burbling on about what a good boy I was
and that I'd been clever working out where and when to fly through the air (she's been whittling on about rotational falls this week, whatever they are, so I'm guessing whatever I was supposed to do I did right.....what a relief).
We had to rush home but it turns out I got her a prize for being third best pony. I'd have thought I was The Best Pony, but maybe that's just out of the gang of us at home? I got polos and a scrummy tea so I was happy whatever, and I told that HumungaHorse he'd better pull his finger out if he was going to ever be as cool as me.
I knew when she put the bobbly things in my mane that there was no way I was going to get off games. I was quite excited when we got there, but I find the first bit really boring so I made it a bit more exciting by doing a very sneaky flying change when - if you believe what she says - she was two steps off asking me to do a simple change. I thought I'd get better marks for showing some initiative but apparently that's not how it works.
Onto the coloured jumping bit, which I quite like. Apparently I'd find it easier if I tucked my legs up under my tummy more, but I love the feeling of flying through the air for ages so I do that instead. The slave was much easier to deal with today and didn't mess me about too much; I came to the last combination in travers just to wake her up a bit, but she patted me when I finished and I did the customary shaking of the head whilst mentally saying "God I'm good".
She disappeared for a while and came back muttering under her breath something about ditches. I think she'd scared herself watching Badminton tbh, cos I'm not normally too bothered about them. Anyway, I pulled her out of the start box and tapped the first fence (just to be sure it was the fixed fence bit we were doing and not the coloured fence bit), then gave the next two about 3ft of space, then we went into the woods. I got a bit of a shock when we went up a hill, 90 degree turn left, then right then I could see one hedge, but it turned out to be three on funny angles. I minced through there, just to be careful, then did a big wide logpile, then she pointed me at something that didn't look like there was room to squeeze over the top of it, so I made her catch the flag with her left toe (it's a good job I'm toned and buff at the mo cos HumungaHorse would never have got his fat belly through that gap).
She seemed happy enough and I saw my chance to fill my face with grass, and deservedly so after all that effort. She started burbling on about what a good boy I was
We had to rush home but it turns out I got her a prize for being third best pony. I'd have thought I was The Best Pony, but maybe that's just out of the gang of us at home? I got polos and a scrummy tea so I was happy whatever, and I told that HumungaHorse he'd better pull his finger out if he was going to ever be as cool as me.
