Why’d you call it “Ladies” Pony Club? I'm NO lady!

Yawn... I've just about gained back enough energy to tell you about my exceptionally busy workend. 

Saturday:

I look my ladies out for a spin around the block. We even managed to get through the roaring river, now that it’s not so deep for my tootsies. I got rather excited on the way home and did some rather BEAUTiful tap dancing and even treated my human to a buck!

Just 2 of my ladies...

I attended a Slumber party at the riding school on Saturday night, as my drivers were on strike Sunday Morning. You just can't get the staff!

Sunday:

Sunday was our monthly visit to “Ladies” Pony Club. I have no idea why they call it “Ladies” day, as all who attended were quite clearly handsome and talented geldings!

“Ladies” Pony Club is very strange for several reasons:

1. The humans cackle and giggle rather more than is strictly necessary, keeping their jokes a bit too private for my liking. I do not find them very amusing!

2. We have to go into the battle ring TWICE, yes you heard me, TWICE! The battle ring is all sandy and has stuff in it, like pony eating poles and whistling posts.

3. Madam Rachael, who doesn't seem to have a horse, stands in the middle and shouts things. She hands out pats to horses that are clever, and chats about how good (or bad) we are at stuff. I’m not convinced Madam Rachael knows how clever I am!

4. The “Ladies” consume vast quantities of tea and coffee. This is not an issue, as I am partial to a cup of tea, soy milk with ½ a sugar please. They hide in the barn room for a while and emerge with new and crazy ideas.

5. It lasts ALL day!

So in the morning, I tried my darndest to show Madam Rachael how smart I could be. My human even made me wear my bestest, smartest, boringest bridle, not a bit of lime green in sight! I walked all sensible, hardly any spookies even though it was gale force blustery. I trotted properly, in a rhythm, 1,2,1,2,1,2,1,2. I turned circles, bent a little, listened to the leg (well the left one) and carried my head at a reasonable height.

UNTIL, it was time to canter!

Please take into account that I hadn't managed to canter ALL week. I showed uber amounts of enthusiasm and speediness. My tail doubled up as a rotor blade and propelled me brilliantly. I didn’t want to frighten my human so I lifted my head super high, this meant she couldn’t really see the blurry scenery passing her by! Madam Rachael kept shouting for my human to “Sit on me”, this confused me a lot, as I’m positive she was still up there!!! 

At the end the other boys all got pats and comments. Madam Rachael laughed at me and then she did something SHOCKING:

Ready, aim...

SHOCKING!

Later on, after my hay break, we went back into the battle ring and Madam Rachael built exciting looking fences to leap over. I was much sleepier in the battle ring during our PM session, since I had used up a lot of my enthusiasm the first time around. I cannot describe how wonderful I was in the afternoon, so here is the evidence: Click here to see video evidence of me being a supa dupa cleva pony!

WHAT A DAY!!!

Finally, Flip came to drive me home and when we arrived it was clear that Troy had missed me. He even took matters into his own hands to ensure Flip could drive me no further!

Troy shall not, troy shall not be moved!

Here I am looking fabulously tired and snugly after my exciting weekend. 

Laters Ladies,

The Rock
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