So today was an interesting one. TW came up with her pack and chucked out the hay and said we might have a day off. Then she tacked the Poll up and took her for a walk in hand. WTF? I''m not playing that game so when they came back I made sure she took me for an inhand walk too. Up the track and down the road. Obviously I was perfect. Result. And a nice bowl of nosh when I got back.
Anyhoo, TW said we couldn't have extra hay yet and she would come back later and hopefully we would move about the field a bit in the meantime. We didn't of course and when she re-appeared with Boblet and the dogs we were patiently waiting by the fence. I did canter round to the other gate though to make a bit of an effort.
More hay and then the dawgs went for a wall and TW asked if I wanted to do a teeny bit of work for some extra strong mints? Why of course! So she popped on board and we did some bitless schooling in my rope halter as TW wonders if maybe bits are generally annoying me at the moment. I was certainly happier in my halter but obs we didn't go into the big field! Pah!!
Thursday, 3 January 2019
Wednesday, 2 January 2019
Competition
Holy mother of god!! Things have been going so well. This morning TW came up with the dogs and we enjoyed some hay while the sun was coming up, TW said it was fab. I was just nomming tbh - I see it every day ffs.
Anyhoo, post hay I let TW catch me and brush me and tack me up while I nommed a tasty bowl of mash. Then supported by a pocketful of parsnips TW popped on board and we marched about the field and TW made me behave myself although we stayed in a safer zone than yesterday. LOL.
So 5 days out of 5, I was muchly chuffed. Had a nother bowl of mash and a nibble on a spare net and then went back out, feeling smug.
Next thing I see, Polly is getting her feet picked out and going for a walk up the track. WTF? She's been footsore for donkeys but the bugger was striding out all smart and well behaved. I couldnt fecking believe it! Then frikking Lyra jostles to the gate so TW catches her next and only goes and tacks her up in the snazzy purple numnah which was meant to be for me, saddle AND stirrups and my fecking leather girth! Off they tootled like she was used to being tacked up and walked all along the track, watched some traffic including a bus and did some in hand trotting on the way. And she was fecking perfect. FML.
Anyhoo, post hay I let TW catch me and brush me and tack me up while I nommed a tasty bowl of mash. Then supported by a pocketful of parsnips TW popped on board and we marched about the field and TW made me behave myself although we stayed in a safer zone than yesterday. LOL.
So 5 days out of 5, I was muchly chuffed. Had a nother bowl of mash and a nibble on a spare net and then went back out, feeling smug.
Next thing I see, Polly is getting her feet picked out and going for a walk up the track. WTF? She's been footsore for donkeys but the bugger was striding out all smart and well behaved. I couldnt fecking believe it! Then frikking Lyra jostles to the gate so TW catches her next and only goes and tacks her up in the snazzy purple numnah which was meant to be for me, saddle AND stirrups and my fecking leather girth! Off they tootled like she was used to being tacked up and walked all along the track, watched some traffic including a bus and did some in hand trotting on the way. And she was fecking perfect. FML.
Tuesday, 1 January 2019
Happy new year!
Today is the first year of 2019. That means I am 11 years old. Officially. No pressies for me though - gutted. TW did kind of dress up for me today though and had some silly red lipstick on although methinks that was a leftover from last night as she always wears that stuff that sticks around for ages.
Anyhoo, today was an interesting one. Lovely and sunny. I got some hay and then TW got me out of the field for some grub and a brush. Nae bother. I did strongly suggest that I needed some extra nut things though. She obliged.
Me, her, Boblet and the dawgs made our way into the big field and they fecked off and TW clambered onto my back in exchange for some nuts. Fine and dandy. Now riding in the field has not been accomplished for some time due to mud and mojo and other random shizzle. TW suggested it was a good option though rather than having a battle to get up the track. However I was feeling a wee bit fizzy on this fine morning and we walked, jogged and battled about a bit while TW sang me some songs. I just wanted to turn on a sixpence and razz back to the others but she said that was now allowed. Gah! Spoilsport.
Apparently I am being a tad strong at the moment and TW began to think that perhaps the hay dude's words about fizzy hay may indeed be correct. After a very strong attempt at a job she said if I wanted to trot then I could march up the hill and then trot until I was pooped which would be a very silly idea as we are not fit. So I shuck my head, jumped all 4 feet in the air and did a nice buck for a special effect. The bastard didn't even fall off she just twatted me on the neck and told me off. WTF? Then I tried to convince her she was scared but the fecker said I could go near the others but do more work. I couldn't frikking believe it. Fair play. So we marched about a bit more, dodging various things and ponies and then she made me march round the shelter and into the field again. Phew!
Then we marched back, tack off and I got another bowl of grub and some more hay. I was muchly impressed with TW despite her calling me some rude names. She also thinks that despite her fatness that I can obviously carry her weight with no problems given my shenanigans! Pah! Bring it on!
Anyhoo, today was an interesting one. Lovely and sunny. I got some hay and then TW got me out of the field for some grub and a brush. Nae bother. I did strongly suggest that I needed some extra nut things though. She obliged.
Me, her, Boblet and the dawgs made our way into the big field and they fecked off and TW clambered onto my back in exchange for some nuts. Fine and dandy. Now riding in the field has not been accomplished for some time due to mud and mojo and other random shizzle. TW suggested it was a good option though rather than having a battle to get up the track. However I was feeling a wee bit fizzy on this fine morning and we walked, jogged and battled about a bit while TW sang me some songs. I just wanted to turn on a sixpence and razz back to the others but she said that was now allowed. Gah! Spoilsport.
Apparently I am being a tad strong at the moment and TW began to think that perhaps the hay dude's words about fizzy hay may indeed be correct. After a very strong attempt at a job she said if I wanted to trot then I could march up the hill and then trot until I was pooped which would be a very silly idea as we are not fit. So I shuck my head, jumped all 4 feet in the air and did a nice buck for a special effect. The bastard didn't even fall off she just twatted me on the neck and told me off. WTF? Then I tried to convince her she was scared but the fecker said I could go near the others but do more work. I couldn't frikking believe it. Fair play. So we marched about a bit more, dodging various things and ponies and then she made me march round the shelter and into the field again. Phew!
Then we marched back, tack off and I got another bowl of grub and some more hay. I was muchly impressed with TW despite her calling me some rude names. She also thinks that despite her fatness that I can obviously carry her weight with no problems given my shenanigans! Pah! Bring it on!
Monday, 31 December 2018
Three times a worrier
Woohoo three times on the trot (well not literally trotting ffs give me a chance I've only been out of the field 3 times in the last million years!!) we have had some ridden action. This means -
I have been a good lad and allowed myself to get caught
TW has some kind of brave underwear on
I have stood nicely for her to haul her butt on board
How good am I ? Today we did some riding with only a teeny bit of hay beforehand. TW says that means at the moment my guts are A-OK. We reckon the lack of grass this year has probably helped. I think that having a nice stable herd and a more relaxed TW helps muchly too tbh. And obviously I know best. I'm so pleased that we are using the leather girth again - no saddle slippage which means much less anxiety for both me and TW!
Anyhoo, today we decided that we would do a teeny bit of riding with the dawgs (and without Boblet) and TW wants them to come hacking with us eventually. The boy dog was a gob-shite as always. The new Pearl puppy was hilarious. She stood open mouthed whie TW popped on board and then went and clambered up the mud slabs - I think the wierdo was trying to make herself taller too! Lol. It didn't work. She then tried to run about and bark while me and TW were concentrating but we just threatened to run em down and they soon fecked off. We didn't do much today , just some pottering about and a few poles but TW was chuffed with me. I hope we manage to start hacking soon but not sure where we will go as TW doesn't like the roads near home.
I have been a good lad and allowed myself to get caught
TW has some kind of brave underwear on
I have stood nicely for her to haul her butt on board
How good am I ? Today we did some riding with only a teeny bit of hay beforehand. TW says that means at the moment my guts are A-OK. We reckon the lack of grass this year has probably helped. I think that having a nice stable herd and a more relaxed TW helps muchly too tbh. And obviously I know best. I'm so pleased that we are using the leather girth again - no saddle slippage which means much less anxiety for both me and TW!
Anyhoo, today we decided that we would do a teeny bit of riding with the dawgs (and without Boblet) and TW wants them to come hacking with us eventually. The boy dog was a gob-shite as always. The new Pearl puppy was hilarious. She stood open mouthed whie TW popped on board and then went and clambered up the mud slabs - I think the wierdo was trying to make herself taller too! Lol. It didn't work. She then tried to run about and bark while me and TW were concentrating but we just threatened to run em down and they soon fecked off. We didn't do much today , just some pottering about and a few poles but TW was chuffed with me. I hope we manage to start hacking soon but not sure where we will go as TW doesn't like the roads near home.
Sunday, 30 December 2018
twice
The whole gang were up early this morning. Hay deivery time. So we got down to nomming while the hay got stacked away nicely as Boblet was here. TW told the hay dudes how nice the hay was and how filling it was in our tums. One hay dude said that his mum's pony can't eat it as it's making him wappy. TW said she was surprised as we were all so chilled! Pah!
Anyhoo, when they had gone TW dragged me out of the field and gave me a crappy bowl of chaff as she CBA to soak mash today. Of course I ignored it and mugged her for polos. Result. Tack on, TW on board and Boblet opening the gate. Lol. So I twatted about just enough to make Boblet walk with us up the track, pulled my head down a few times to get some grass and then decided to be a good bean. Half way down the track and the wind blew up so TW said we could go back, so I twatted about on the way just enough to scare her and then Boblet had to come back and walk with us! Ha!!
"Get off and walk him" said Boblet
"I agree" says me.
Fecking TW only says nah and starts to laugh and then made me do some wanky schooling in Polly's patch, using Polly as an obstacle to walk round ffs. Then she got Boblet to put some fecking poles down and we had to walk over them too! TBH that was most excellent. We are doing some online endurance coaching shizzle and TW says I have to be less on the forehand as it's bad for me. She's not really sure what that means but she says when my big head is tipping everything forward that's probably not the way to be. She's also been looking at that Karl dude on facebook talking about confidence shizzle and is doing random standing in her stirrups wierdness. Big lump. Whaever makes her happy I guess.
In other news the fecking horsebox is stuck in the mud which made TW mad as she wants to go out in it soon. We need some dry weather!
Anyhoo, when they had gone TW dragged me out of the field and gave me a crappy bowl of chaff as she CBA to soak mash today. Of course I ignored it and mugged her for polos. Result. Tack on, TW on board and Boblet opening the gate. Lol. So I twatted about just enough to make Boblet walk with us up the track, pulled my head down a few times to get some grass and then decided to be a good bean. Half way down the track and the wind blew up so TW said we could go back, so I twatted about on the way just enough to scare her and then Boblet had to come back and walk with us! Ha!!
"Get off and walk him" said Boblet
"I agree" says me.
Fecking TW only says nah and starts to laugh and then made me do some wanky schooling in Polly's patch, using Polly as an obstacle to walk round ffs. Then she got Boblet to put some fecking poles down and we had to walk over them too! TBH that was most excellent. We are doing some online endurance coaching shizzle and TW says I have to be less on the forehand as it's bad for me. She's not really sure what that means but she says when my big head is tipping everything forward that's probably not the way to be. She's also been looking at that Karl dude on facebook talking about confidence shizzle and is doing random standing in her stirrups wierdness. Big lump. Whaever makes her happy I guess.
In other news the fecking horsebox is stuck in the mud which made TW mad as she wants to go out in it soon. We need some dry weather!
Saturday, 29 December 2018
Floodlit
TW has been one big depressed mess for weeks now. Lord above. But thankfully she's got a bit of time off work over Chrimbo and has managed to have some zzzzzz's. So the last few days I've been giving her the eye and plenty of kisses and suggesting it's got to be time to get back at it? Nearly new year and all!
Anyhoo, we got some good feeds today and then she came back just as it started to get dark and she had got her fecking brave pants on! And a packet of polos in her pocket. Result! So I got tacked up in the dark assisted by Boblet's floodlights , sadly I had to wear the leather bridle as she couldn't see well enough to use my blue one as it gets all tangled up due to her inability to hang things up properly (feck me I sound like that nobber Boblet now!). I had my nice leather native pony girth on too - that's definitely the best option. And in exchange for an occassional polo I let TW clamber on board and we pootled about and did some stretches too. She was very pleased. Apparently I was PERFECT!!!
In other news. the Jig-meister has moved in next door to the field that will always be known as the donkey field. it was good to see him again instead of just shouting over the valley to him. He tarted about abit but we just shouted an occassional greeting and carried on eating. Mikka-moo was tempted to tart about too but I had a stern word and she behaved herself. Ha!!
Anyhoo, we got some good feeds today and then she came back just as it started to get dark and she had got her fecking brave pants on! And a packet of polos in her pocket. Result! So I got tacked up in the dark assisted by Boblet's floodlights , sadly I had to wear the leather bridle as she couldn't see well enough to use my blue one as it gets all tangled up due to her inability to hang things up properly (feck me I sound like that nobber Boblet now!). I had my nice leather native pony girth on too - that's definitely the best option. And in exchange for an occassional polo I let TW clamber on board and we pootled about and did some stretches too. She was very pleased. Apparently I was PERFECT!!!
In other news. the Jig-meister has moved in next door to the field that will always be known as the donkey field. it was good to see him again instead of just shouting over the valley to him. He tarted about abit but we just shouted an occassional greeting and carried on eating. Mikka-moo was tempted to tart about too but I had a stern word and she behaved herself. Ha!!
Tuesday, 6 November 2018
RIP staffiosa
When I was a youngster fresh over from Ireland I lived in Bradmore if you can remember that far back? Back then TW's staffiosa would always be around, running round the yard. playing in the school and causing havoc during poo picking. The wee muscly dog would bark bark bark at the poo shovel and bite the scoop and drive TW mad. They would sometimes come hacking with me and we woud race each other down the bridlepaths and they would mooch about and eat chocolate biscuits while me and the boys chilled in our stables. One time me and Pig had a great game poking each other with sticks . I think he got barred ffrom the Bradmore field when he chased a rabbit. They've mostly been on every yard with me and Brack and since we had our own field they have always been knocking about, wrestling and kicking off at other dogs if they got chance. They've always made me and Bee laugh.
Yesterday me and the Pig had a good game, I ran at him in the field really fast and made him jump out the way. It made TW laugh out loud. Last night though somthing horrible happened and now the staffiosa are no more. It's so confusing and TW is so upset. There has always been a staffiosa and now I'm not sure what will happen as it just doesn't make sense.
Yesterday me and the Pig had a good game, I ran at him in the field really fast and made him jump out the way. It made TW laugh out loud. Last night though somthing horrible happened and now the staffiosa are no more. It's so confusing and TW is so upset. There has always been a staffiosa and now I'm not sure what will happen as it just doesn't make sense.
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