Edited by Casper Smith, Thursday, 11 Feb 2021, 20:37
This morning was my kind of morning, bright blue sky with no clouds, the sun bursting and frost all over, mornings like that are my favourite time of of year, i am an out doors person and love all weathers, all seasons, although mornings like this morning i love the most.
The fresh air wakes me up, the visible breath of the horses while they chase me for food, "cheeky fuckers", they have to get up earlier than that to piss in this weasels earhole, thats for sure, "i know their game" and there is nothing i like more, than giving it back to them and getting some exercise while I'm at it.
After i finishing play games with the horses, I'll let them catch me and then I'll feed them, while their munching, I'm having a roll up. Its always comical, in fact its fucking hilarious to sit and watch the middle and upper-class girls turn up "all the gear and no idea" with their bucket of food, poncing around, shouting 'marni 'marni' while shaking the bucket,10 minutes pass and they are begging the horse to come to them, 20 mins later, they are in field running after their humanised horse, 30 minutes later thy are sat on the fence out of breath, I'm sat there laughing my nuts off to myself. I'm up the field early, 5 am onwards, and in the process of gathering my own horses, their horses will get involved, so i give them a bit what I've give mine, not a lot, just little, i cant leave them out.
The thing is though, these girls and their thoroughbred trophy horses, "that daddy bought" that go eventing, they genuinely dont have a clue on how to own horse, they are to busy trying to humanise the horse, they forget how to animalise their selves. Horses have a similar psychology to humans, which, if I'm honest, is not that hard to work out, now, these girls only know how to get a horse come to them with the promise of food, now because they have had a little munch earlier, they are not that bothered. These girls my routine, and so they will ask me if i ever want them to take charge of my horse, hahaha, id rather stick wasps up my bum, I'll look after my own horses thanks, one owner, one feeder, one breaker inner.
I see the way these girls treat their their horses, whipping, shouting, pushing their frustration down the reins, no wonder their horse wont come to them, id bet money that the horse dont even like them, the thought of them girls treating my horse like that, makes me want to put them in the field with a saddle on them and whip the life out of them.
The thing is though, they know I'm of Gypsy decent and they genuinely believe their shit dont stink, while looking down their nose at me, riding with no saddle, or, hook them up to a trap and out for drive, and thats why, when i see them chasing their horse in the mornings, i laugh that little bit harder.
Day 132 of OU studies
This morning was my kind of morning, bright blue sky with no clouds, the sun bursting and frost all over, mornings like that are my favourite time of of year, i am an out doors person and love all weathers, all seasons, although mornings like this morning i love the most.
The fresh air wakes me up, the visible breath of the horses while they chase me for food, "cheeky fuckers", they have to get up earlier than that to piss in this weasels earhole, thats for sure, "i know their game" and there is nothing i like more, than giving it back to them and getting some exercise while I'm at it.
After i finishing play games with the horses, I'll let them catch me and then I'll feed them, while their munching, I'm having a roll up. Its always comical, in fact its fucking hilarious to sit and watch the middle and upper-class girls turn up "all the gear and no idea" with their bucket of food, poncing around, shouting 'marni 'marni' while shaking the bucket,10 minutes pass and they are begging the horse to come to them, 20 mins later, they are in field running after their humanised horse, 30 minutes later thy are sat on the fence out of breath, I'm sat there laughing my nuts off to myself. I'm up the field early, 5 am onwards, and in the process of gathering my own horses, their horses will get involved, so i give them a bit what I've give mine, not a lot, just little, i cant leave them out.
The thing is though, these girls and their thoroughbred trophy horses, "that daddy bought" that go eventing, they genuinely dont have a clue on how to own horse, they are to busy trying to humanise the horse, they forget how to animalise their selves. Horses have a similar psychology to humans, which, if I'm honest, is not that hard to work out, now, these girls only know how to get a horse come to them with the promise of food, now because they have had a little munch earlier, they are not that bothered. These girls my routine, and so they will ask me if i ever want them to take charge of my horse, hahaha, id rather stick wasps up my bum, I'll look after my own horses thanks, one owner, one feeder, one breaker inner.
I see the way these girls treat their their horses, whipping, shouting, pushing their frustration down the reins, no wonder their horse wont come to them, id bet money that the horse dont even like them, the thought of them girls treating my horse like that, makes me want to put them in the field with a saddle on them and whip the life out of them.
The thing is though, they know I'm of Gypsy decent and they genuinely believe their shit dont stink, while looking down their nose at me, riding with no saddle, or, hook them up to a trap and out for drive, and thats why, when i see them chasing their horse in the mornings, i laugh that little bit harder.
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