25/02/09: The Cheek of It!!!
Posted by Rachel Elizabeth on Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Picture this: Sunday lunch time, and i am brought in from the field, and the wagon is brought down from my mummies stable. I got quite excited, i was not plaited up so that indicated that i was going show jumping, cos you can get away with being slightly on the scruffy side there.
Mummy 1 came down to my stables, her usual cheery self and proceeded to prepare JETHRO!!! for travel. The optimistic pony in me assumed this meant we were both going... NO Jethro was loaded into the wagon. Still i had no travel gear on, and to further tease me, mummy 1 came into my stable, and i was about to say thank you for not forgetting me, when she whisked MY show rug out of MY wardrobe and took it off to the wagon for Jethro to wear, with out so much of a please or thank you!!
As the wagon pulled away i began to plot my revenge, if she thought she was going to get away with this lightly, she was wrong!!
Mummy 2 has handed the evidence to me as you can see here:
Shame the above photo is her successfully vaulting on, wish he was in the process of throwing a bronc to get her off...looks like i will have to do it myself!
So i am currently formulating a suitable punishment for her. She even let Jethro sleep in my Rug, and now it smells of him! She needn't think washing it will make me wear it again, i am gonna put my hoof down on this one, in fact im gonna put all four hooves down and refuse to wear it ever again, she can go out and buy me a brand new one. And not a second hand one off ebay, i deserve simply the best!!!
I will let you know if i implement her punishment in the near future, watch this space!
Love Fizz xxx
Mummy 1 came down to my stables, her usual cheery self and proceeded to prepare JETHRO!!! for travel. The optimistic pony in me assumed this meant we were both going... NO Jethro was loaded into the wagon. Still i had no travel gear on, and to further tease me, mummy 1 came into my stable, and i was about to say thank you for not forgetting me, when she whisked MY show rug out of MY wardrobe and took it off to the wagon for Jethro to wear, with out so much of a please or thank you!!
As the wagon pulled away i began to plot my revenge, if she thought she was going to get away with this lightly, she was wrong!!
Mummy 2 has handed the evidence to me as you can see here:
Shame the above photo is her successfully vaulting on, wish he was in the process of throwing a bronc to get her off...looks like i will have to do it myself!
So i am currently formulating a suitable punishment for her. She even let Jethro sleep in my Rug, and now it smells of him! She needn't think washing it will make me wear it again, i am gonna put my hoof down on this one, in fact im gonna put all four hooves down and refuse to wear it ever again, she can go out and buy me a brand new one. And not a second hand one off ebay, i deserve simply the best!!!
I will let you know if i implement her punishment in the near future, watch this space!
Love Fizz xxx
Well I’m the head of the stables at Cherry Bank, near keswick. I determine how things are ran, including when meal times are and how long my friends get in the field. I had an enjoyable successful career in the show ring, till my jockey, Mummy 1, got old. I usually spend the most of winter living out in the fields and every year around December I get brought into the stable and start to hear whispers about coming back into work?! Gutting, every year I think i've been retired with my old pal Jaffa. But it is not to be, I’m sure life will be a lot easier now i don't have to trail the country chasing those 'hoys' qualifiers or whatever she called them. I don't need to go to 'Horse of the Year Show' to be told I’m the best anymore, i already know i am! Mummy 1 is also called Rachel Simpson. She goes to 'committee meetings'. Now she she needs you to send things for her to talk about at meetings... I've suggested lobbying to change the pony racing height limit to include me, abolishing stable management in favour of treat testing days and the possibility of me and my brother Billy Jackson organising a fashion show for horses, but they all fell on deaf ears, you would think i spoke in a different language...
