You can't take the teacher out of the Spode

But sometimes I wish you could.

Spode is home on "holidays" but she's in full teacher mode. Is it the fact that she just went to an employment conference? Possibly. Whatever the reason, she is not taking any nonsense from me. The first two days were all fun and games, but today we worked entirely on manners and respect. She told me to expect more of the same when she kissed me goodnight. Did I need a brush up? Sure, probably, but I just want to have fun! And eat Spode. And climb into her lap. And drag her to the hay. And trot faster. You know, just normal 4 year old horse stuff.

What's a guy got to do around here to get a carrot?

Sometimes, a teenager has just got to write that essay on Shakespeare. Sometimes, a horse has just got to stand still when told. Today was a formative assessment day, luckily for me. The summative will occur at the end of her holidays. Some holiday.

This is far too much work!

But you know I like to complain, old sports. In truth, life isn't bad. I still run to Spode and can't wait to do stuff with her, even if it is just ground manners work. We had a lovely trail ride in the woods. It's taking some getting used to, but we're having fun. It's not easy judging the ground and the woods while wearing a blindfold on one eye and a goggle on the other eye. I've gone from liking to be the lead horse to being the tail end. I don't like having someone behind me--too much stuff to keep my one eye on. That's something we'll have to work on as well, but it'll take time.

Look both ways before crashing into trees! Luckily that dorsal stripe up ahead keeps me in line. 

The weird spots in my eyes continue to pop up, though they've slowed down considerably since being on maxidex again. Ah, drugs. How excellent they are...

Sorry for the terribly short blog. There will me more adventures this holiday, promise. Spode finished a big chunk of her homework today, so I'm expecting more from her in the next few days after she sorts out some employment stuff. The girl's gotta do work so I can eat. I get that. By all means, Spode, work on that resume and website. In the meantime, I'll be over here, eating hay so I fit into this size 90 blanket even less...

Mmm, so good!

These blankets just weren't made for Clydesdale sized bellies. It's not my fault. 

Really, I can be quite distracting for poor Spode. I bleed into her life in every way imaginable. Did you hear about her birthday? I sure did. So will everyone else as they see her driving next year (well, whenever she gets employed, that is!)

They match the personalized saddle pad that Spode got me!

Luckily she loves me. And what's not to love? Bad baby behaviours and all.

Until later, old sports.

Jay.