29/04/09: Still no parties!
Posted by Rachel Elizabeth on Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Well May is only days away and i have yet to go to one of those parties where you get to win those little colourful ribbony things. Iv been to those parties where somebody stands in the middle telling you how to dance and stuff, a bit like party games, they are fun, but i am getting hungry for some competition! It can get a bit repetitive sometimes constantly being told you are a sweety or a pretty boy, especially when i'm trying hard to ditch the show pony image that i have been associated with for so many years. Sometimes it is just so hard being me...
I have one issue though, i am not too keen on having to work hard for these parties so as soon as the ground began to dry up enough for me to be schooled on i 'accidentally' removed one of my shoes, ooopsies,thus deeming me un-ridable. And boy did i time it well! Just as my mister farrier man was moving house so was unavailable to come to my mummies pestering call. the plan did have a minor hiccup when mummy one bizarraly thought that she could work me in-hand, because yeah removing her big bottom from my back is going to stop my little foot wearing away! I know she is a bit on the heavy side but not thatheavy!
So i had a few days, well nearly a week exercise free before mister farrier man showed his face. The downside to not being worked is that for some reason mummy 2 takes it upon herself to reduce my hard feed rations. It bad enough only getting a meal at tea time, when you are used to having breakfast as well, but getting less than Scumbag who lives next door, ( who till you get to know my mummy's you will probably only hear his public name of Sonny, Scumbags my pet name for him that they stole!) just takes the biscuit, literally!
Mummy 1 has been chit chattering away about some dressage to music which if i was being honest sounds a bit more fun than plain dressage, but due to me being without shoe, she had been trying to ride Scumbag to help pick music for me. lets just say, after the state he returned to the stables, it made me kinda glad i was without shoes, he was a stinky sweaty mess, and im being kind there. id never let mummy 1 get me in that state. I felt kinda sorry for him so when mummy 1 tied him up outside my stable i gave him a bit of a massage to help ease his pains, although i couldn't help giggling at what he had been through for me, and that il be able to step out the stable and straight into my choreographed routine... i best go and ratch out my ballet shoes hadn't i...
Lots of 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...
