Hello again, old sports. I'm busy enjoying my last week of summer with Spode. I've been a little clingy this week, I have to admit. I know something is up. I've been getting even more pampering than usual, and that's saying something. I've been playing the part by consistently trotting over to her when she calls me rather than just walking. Spode is pleased. And sad. I am kind of looking forward to the riding holiday though.
Anyway, we've mostly been doing the usual. I've been on another hack and Spode has dubbed me a pro. It's more fun than being in the sand ring. I like leading my buddies along too. I have trouble with the uneven ground though. Spode says I need to learn to keep my balance going up and down hills, but it's good for my butt, apparently.
Spode has also started fussing with my mane again because it suddenly got even crazier than usual. Observe:
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| It's my punk rock look. Leave me alone. I'm a teenager. |
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| It would be okay if they were dreads. Not sure braids are hip right now, mum. |
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| Oh god, why did you do that to me!? The other horses will think I'm prissy. (Excuse the ugly, too large halter, I broke my green one. Wait, did I just contradict myself? Yeah, I like green...) |
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| Yeah, I know you're please about it. But what about me? |
I am done with my braids now because Spode is heading back to school anyway, so she won't be able to rebraid. Hooray. I'll be back to being Gatsby the Punk Rocker in 2 weeks, tops.
Today Spode came out with an armful of green stuff and we had our first Green Day (hey, I like that band! What a coincidence!). Check out our matchy-matchiness.
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| The mighty green machine! |
I cannot recall if I clearly explained why all my stuff is green. It has to do with my literary name, but of course. You see, Gatsby long lost love, Daisy, had a green light at the end of her dock. Fitzgerald's Gatsby can see it from his house and is always reaching out to it. It's a symbol of hope, dreams, the past, the future... It is his American Dream. My green equipment is a symbol of our hope: dressage bridle, polos, bells, pad--we've got stars in our eyes (oh boy, I wish that wasn't quite so literal in my case...)
So, old sports, now you know. The Great Gatsby and the colour green just have to go together. It helps that I look pretty flashy in Kelly Green too!
I was not on my best behaviour today. I didn't really want to be ridden but once I got in my groove I enjoyed it.
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See? I am a good boy really. Sorry about the start, Spode.
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After that, Spode's mum hopped on for a super short ride. I was very good for her, so Spode was pleased.
Spode grabbed a few pictures before we called it a day.
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| Do you think I've grown taller, old sports? |
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| I'll hug you to death if you'll let me. (Actually, I mostly wanted to chew the reins. I am teething... again!) |
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| Yup, I think I've grown again for sure! |
Every time Spode leaves I beg for more attention. The end is near. I would like her to stay put so she can feed me endless treats. You don't need to go to school for that, Spode. You already know all there is about spoiling me. You're hired!
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| Wait!!! |
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Will I fit through this hole? Is that more food in your pocket?
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Yeah, Sunday is going to suck. Still, I have my horsey friends and I get plenty of attention from others. I'll manage I suppose. I sure will miss all the treats though. And Spode... I guess.
Until later, old sports.
Jay.
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