The Fuzzy Furry
Old Timer
Well, what can I say?
Little MF (Miniscule Fuzzy) was dragged out to a local venue today, ostensibly to make up the numbers, here is a report in her own words ..
Saturday morning, its sunny.
My usual morning scoffing is interrupted by mother (TFF) frantically waving at me with a headcollar. This doesnt usually happen, so I strolled over and then went into the yard and met with a bucket of soapy water! Yuk!!!
Why oh why did she do that as not long after, the heavens opened and the rain fell, right through till the early hours luckily I was able to return myself back to usual comfortable colour (anyone saying I match sandy mud. might well be right)
This morning, I was rudely awoken by a shout but this time mother was waving apples, so we all trooped into the yard for the treat. However, that ruddy woman then produced Mr Sponge, along with yet MORE water to get my white bits clean, grr!
Left to dry in my stable, I thought about rolling, but then found a lovely hay-net left, so obviously that needed attending to.
Mother was bustling around the yard, ha I thought, NF is going out somewhere again. NF obviously had the same thought - as pongy smells emanated from her stable!
Cripes I thought (hurrah shouted NF) as mother turned her back out! Then my chum TF (Tiny Fuzzy) also got turned out, oops
I tried to find a hole at the back of the stable, then thought the stable door might be a better exit, but met with mother in the doorway. (note from TFF, rugby tackle works well).
So, off we marched down the yard & I showed the other 2 how good my loading skills were by stamping up the ramp. Trouble was, mother then hooked me up and swiftly shut the partition I was trapped, so did the only thing I could I started a tap dance, banging with my pretty little feet, so someone could come and rescue me!
The box started up I still banged hard but no-one came to help!. We travelled for hours and hours (TFF: shut up it was only 9 miles!) and I tried to keep up my din all the time, I even shouted a bit, but passing police cars could not have heard me!:mad3:
Hurrah, she stopped the engine and I banged even harder and as she opened the door up, I screamed the place down. Still I was ignored!
However, once I got off the lorry, I was given a quick brush over, a little lead about and found we were at a place where there were other horses - hoooge ones! - around.
Before long, she put a bridle of sorts on me and then put a pretty hat on herself along with some delicious gloves and shiny short boots.
Off we went to a grass paddock (it was a ring) and I was made to walk round for hours, then stand prettily. Tried the delicious gloves, but mother got a bit cross and red faced when I tried to see how long a finger would stretch to.
A very nice lady came along and patted me & admired me from all sides, how lovely.
She then told mother to walk a long way (yeah, maybe off a pier eh?) and trot back. I didnt realise it was a running competition, so when we turned, I sprinted only just beat mother & could hear her puffing along hard.
The nice lady let me snore for a bit and then after a short walk round, gave mother a lovely blue ribbon. Apparently it was for me, but mother said I couldnt be trusted, as Id probably eat it (she was right), then off we trotted again to leave the ring I definitely won that race.
Apparently we had come second in the coloured in hand :cool3:
Well, I thought it was time to finish on a good note, so on returning to the box, I went to dash up the ramp, but mother had other ideas & dragged me to the back so she could make a cuppa, as apparently I couldnt be trusted to be left on the lorry on my own!
After a short break where I tried digging up the car park, squashing mother, shouting at passers by and the like, I was brushed over again!
Sigh, off we went to the same grassy field (its a bloody show ring!) and once again went into it with others, though this time there were an awful lot in there. My leggies were getting tired, so mother made me walk on a slight inside track as I was the smallest (again) in the class.
This time we had to trot one at a time properly to the end of the line, and my there were some big ones in there! At least with so many, I was able to have a snooze for a while but was rudely woken to go and meet a smart lady. She had a nice hat on, but as she approached, mother tightened her vice like grip on me, how did she suspect that I was planning on sampling it?
Once again we had to parade up and down, running in a straight line at the nice lady, and once again I tried to beat mother in this running race, this time I think we were in a draw at the end
After a little rest, we got called forwards into 3rd place and I was given a very pretty ribbon, tho mother grabbed it for herself, muttering that I (still) couldnt be trusted to wear it.
One more running race out of the ring, this time mother won as I was trying to be polite and share this winning of races.
Once back to the box, mother stripped off at lightning speed, pointed me onto the box, shut me in and off we went! By now, I was just needing a late morning nap, so thought Id catch up on the zzs and get into her good books by being quiet. Actually, the box isnt too bad, it was the thought of possibly leaving home that worried me I think.
So, mother & I went to a show, we came away with 2 pretty rosettes and a qualification card for somewhere. I think I could get used to this, especially as the car park grass at the edges was far nicer than the meagre diet she lets me have at home.
Finally: If any of you have tips on how to beat your human in a running race, please do let me know, ta x
Yours, MF
Little MF (Miniscule Fuzzy) was dragged out to a local venue today, ostensibly to make up the numbers, here is a report in her own words ..
Saturday morning, its sunny.
My usual morning scoffing is interrupted by mother (TFF) frantically waving at me with a headcollar. This doesnt usually happen, so I strolled over and then went into the yard and met with a bucket of soapy water! Yuk!!!
Why oh why did she do that as not long after, the heavens opened and the rain fell, right through till the early hours luckily I was able to return myself back to usual comfortable colour (anyone saying I match sandy mud. might well be right)
This morning, I was rudely awoken by a shout but this time mother was waving apples, so we all trooped into the yard for the treat. However, that ruddy woman then produced Mr Sponge, along with yet MORE water to get my white bits clean, grr!
Left to dry in my stable, I thought about rolling, but then found a lovely hay-net left, so obviously that needed attending to.
Mother was bustling around the yard, ha I thought, NF is going out somewhere again. NF obviously had the same thought - as pongy smells emanated from her stable!
Cripes I thought (hurrah shouted NF) as mother turned her back out! Then my chum TF (Tiny Fuzzy) also got turned out, oops
I tried to find a hole at the back of the stable, then thought the stable door might be a better exit, but met with mother in the doorway. (note from TFF, rugby tackle works well).So, off we marched down the yard & I showed the other 2 how good my loading skills were by stamping up the ramp. Trouble was, mother then hooked me up and swiftly shut the partition I was trapped, so did the only thing I could I started a tap dance, banging with my pretty little feet, so someone could come and rescue me!
The box started up I still banged hard but no-one came to help!. We travelled for hours and hours (TFF: shut up it was only 9 miles!) and I tried to keep up my din all the time, I even shouted a bit, but passing police cars could not have heard me!:mad3:
Hurrah, she stopped the engine and I banged even harder and as she opened the door up, I screamed the place down. Still I was ignored!
However, once I got off the lorry, I was given a quick brush over, a little lead about and found we were at a place where there were other horses - hoooge ones! - around.
Before long, she put a bridle of sorts on me and then put a pretty hat on herself along with some delicious gloves and shiny short boots.
Off we went to a grass paddock (it was a ring) and I was made to walk round for hours, then stand prettily. Tried the delicious gloves, but mother got a bit cross and red faced when I tried to see how long a finger would stretch to.
A very nice lady came along and patted me & admired me from all sides, how lovely.
She then told mother to walk a long way (yeah, maybe off a pier eh?) and trot back. I didnt realise it was a running competition, so when we turned, I sprinted only just beat mother & could hear her puffing along hard.
The nice lady let me snore for a bit and then after a short walk round, gave mother a lovely blue ribbon. Apparently it was for me, but mother said I couldnt be trusted, as Id probably eat it (she was right), then off we trotted again to leave the ring I definitely won that race.
Apparently we had come second in the coloured in hand :cool3:
Well, I thought it was time to finish on a good note, so on returning to the box, I went to dash up the ramp, but mother had other ideas & dragged me to the back so she could make a cuppa, as apparently I couldnt be trusted to be left on the lorry on my own!
After a short break where I tried digging up the car park, squashing mother, shouting at passers by and the like, I was brushed over again!
Sigh, off we went to the same grassy field (its a bloody show ring!) and once again went into it with others, though this time there were an awful lot in there. My leggies were getting tired, so mother made me walk on a slight inside track as I was the smallest (again) in the class.
This time we had to trot one at a time properly to the end of the line, and my there were some big ones in there! At least with so many, I was able to have a snooze for a while but was rudely woken to go and meet a smart lady. She had a nice hat on, but as she approached, mother tightened her vice like grip on me, how did she suspect that I was planning on sampling it?
Once again we had to parade up and down, running in a straight line at the nice lady, and once again I tried to beat mother in this running race, this time I think we were in a draw at the end
After a little rest, we got called forwards into 3rd place and I was given a very pretty ribbon, tho mother grabbed it for herself, muttering that I (still) couldnt be trusted to wear it.
One more running race out of the ring, this time mother won as I was trying to be polite and share this winning of races.
Once back to the box, mother stripped off at lightning speed, pointed me onto the box, shut me in and off we went! By now, I was just needing a late morning nap, so thought Id catch up on the zzs and get into her good books by being quiet. Actually, the box isnt too bad, it was the thought of possibly leaving home that worried me I think.
So, mother & I went to a show, we came away with 2 pretty rosettes and a qualification card for somewhere. I think I could get used to this, especially as the car park grass at the edges was far nicer than the meagre diet she lets me have at home.
Finally: If any of you have tips on how to beat your human in a running race, please do let me know, ta x
Yours, MF
) sounds like a good day was had by all.