Minty white rock

I have had lots to do this week. Lots of practice doing my following, stopping, walking the plank, long reining up to the tank, AND Helen sat on me for the first time she is not to heavy and we just walked round for five minutes. I did not understand why she flaps her legs at my sides and had to keep stopping and looking round to see what it was all about. When I do something correctly Helen says “goooood geeerl” in a soft voice and at the end of the five minutes she put her legs on my side and I walked forward. I think there maybe a connection there as I got a very enthusiastic “goooood geeerl” . I have a sore leg so we are not doing more training 'til Monday, pity; I was enjoying using my clever brain to sort out what it is I am expected to do.

We don't see Peter much in the week days. Gretel says he is busy in the house being Professor Caractacus Potts which makes money to keep us in horse muesli and forrage and Helen in ice cream. Hope she does not eat to much or she will be too heavy to ride me. Gretel says if the muesli was for cows it would be called mooooosli. What got into her? - she never makes a joke; she is usually a grumpy old mare.

I have a very strong sense of smell and always know when Helen has a minty white rock in her pocket. I try and push her about to get it; the poor old dear is very patient and pushes me back 'til I stand still and quiet; this still does to get the rock; I always have to wait until the end of training. Gretel says the only way to be sure of getting the rock is to lift up your front leg and hold it in the air for a few seconds then do the other front leg. Works every time. Might have to practice that. Neigh 4 now.

One good eye

When it is very hot; like this week, I do a lot of thinking. I think it would be fun if the vet came and gave me an injection to make me very small. Then I could be picked up in the hands of any human and put down on the kitchen table. I would shut my one good eye the first couple of times because maybe I would be scared of the height. I would steal the apples out of the fruit bowl but as the apples are bigger then me, I would only take one bite at a time and no-one would notice. Cantering round the kitchen floor would be fun because it would make such a pretty sound. I would jump up on the sofa and take my nightly three hours sleep there. I could watch saddle club on horse and country TV and then watch channel four racing and eye up all those gorgeous stallions. And of course I would watch my favourite film ''true grit'' I like the part wear little blacky swims the river; I could do that if we had a river deep enough. The hero in true grit has only one eye just like me that’s why I really love this movie. Getting back to living in the human house, Helen would be able to wash my mane and tail in the kitchen sink. And very quickly dry me with the hair dryer. But I do think I would miss my equine friends and living that close to the humans may be difficult at night as I only need a little sleep time and humans need at least eight hours. What would I do for the other five? This is all speculation and no such injection has been invented.

I seam to have lots of new friends around the world. I got a very nice email from an old dog in Suffolk in England he cheered me up telling me I will one day find my sire and dam and not give up hope. And another from Denmark this one is from a human and she sounds very cheery and it is always good to meet a human who really does love us and have a true understanding of the way we think, so I am looking forward to meeting her in September. Neigh 4 now.

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I was a bit sad last Tuesday cos Gretel went away in a trailer. When the trailer arrived, I thought it was for me and ran around it like a silly thing. I am learning not to get angry when I am left on my own, in fact I am very confident and spent lots of time looking round the field on my own; I went to places no pony has been before. Gretel was soon back and had lots to tell. She says the journey was not too bad as Antonio drove very well 'cos he knows to try and give a horse a good experience in the trailer. When she arrived at Aida's she was put in a box with such a deep bed of wood shavings she had to try it out for softness and then her mane and tail was all stuck up with wood shaving and she did not look her best when 10 minutes later she had to meet ''Ingenioso'', the bloke who's going to be her husband. Poor Gretel. I think she did not understand what was going to happen and tried to kick Ingenioso; even though he has been sending her presents for 3 mouths; did no-one tell her the facts of life? Gretel had to check that I had kept everything in order while she was gone and ran around the arena and fields. Tonight I am going explain to her what life, love and the number 42 really mean; bless her. Oh and I have discovered I like those little flat white rocks that Peter brings for Gretel, they are so scrummy, they taste like mint. Hope he brings me some too. Neigh 4 now.