Why haven't I been updating my blog, old sports? Well I've been busy packing for England of course! Packed up all my things, started reading Horse & Hound magazine, started practicing my sexy English accent to impress all the mares... you know, the usual things one does when one is soon to become an international horse.
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| Does the grain taste different over there? Can I have some fish and chips, minus the fish? |
And then Spode dropped the dreaded news on me that my flight would have to be delayed.
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| Wait, what did you just say to me?! |
Yes, Spode is rather heartbroken about it, as am I, but I'm not going to be able to come in October. I probably won't get to come until January/February because she needs more time to make sure everything is stable (no pun intended! Nah, who am I kidding--puns are ALWAYS intended!) job wise and that she has a suitable place for me to live.
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| I'm not talking to you anymore Spode. |
No, to be honest I'm starting to come to terms with the reality that Spode and I will have to be separated for a while. I can't decide who's going to take that harder. Spode and I haven't gone more than 2 and a half weeks with each other since she got me more than 3 years ago.
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| I don't know what I'll do without her... aside from grow out my beard and hoof curtains obviously. |
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| Seriously, she has a problem with shaving... no stubble allowed! It's not very manly! |
Spode will be back in Canada at Christmas time and will get me ready to go over then. Her mum and friends will be up to visit me, but for the most part I'll be getting the season off. I'll miss the treats. Spode and I are trying hard not to dwell on the fact that she's soon departing though. We only have 21 days left before she goes, so we've been making the most of them.
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| Except annoyingly it's been so crazy hot that we haven't actually been able to do that much. Many, many showers though! |
Today we had a big adventure though! There was a fun day hosted at our farm today and Spode and I tried our hand at the games. It was a long day but I enjoyed it. We started out by going on a trail ride. I was a bit confused seeing strange horses on my turf, but I soon got used to it.
Spode decided to deck me out in my literary gear. The green light team. I really need to get "Gatsby believed in the green light" embroidered somewhere though, so I can educate the masses on the brilliance of Fitzgerald.
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| If only my green bridle still fit me! |
Spode took me through the cowboy obstacle course and it was rather terrifying but I was okay with it once Spode gave me some time and I was able to get a good look at everything.
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| Car wash tackled!! I did it! Spode is over the moon with me. Should have seen the pile of treats I got at the end of the day! |
Spode and I had a lot of fun with the games. We played horse soccer, which I rocked at, hoop toss, relay races, carrot on a stick, egg and spoon (but vegan, which pleased Spode!), golden chalice, and more!
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| Watching and learning. |
Let's face it, I'm not a horse built for speed and tight turns, but I tried my best and Spode is as happy with me a if I had just gotten first place at a dressage show.
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| A happy Spode makes for a happy me, because food! |
The only down side of the day was that it was incredibly long, but I stuck it out and tried my hardest at everything. It was a perfect day. I just wasn't a huge fan of these 2 Belgian horses because they were bigger than me, and I just can't handle horses bigger than me. I had to use some intimidation tactics playing soccer with them!
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| Best. feeling. ever. |
Days like today are definitely what makes Spode's move rather heartbreaking. I'll be counting down until Christmas. Ah well, we'll be together again and we'll both survive the time apart. It's just a weird feeling!
Anyway, now that I've unpacked all my things (but hey, I'll still be working on my English accent--or do you think the mares over there would prefer a good old Canadian boy?) I suppose I'll update this blog a little more. It's been too hot to write!
Until later, old sports.
Jay.
