My first foot abscess

My foot really hurt, so I marched up to the human and waved my foreleg in the air to draw attention to the pain.  She poked my foot and squirted it with stuff but that didn't help, so the vet was summoned.  He did much the same but to no avail, so I have to wear a poultice until it gets better.  Then I had an injection, but I was very brave as She distracted me with an apple at the vital moment.

I make a pathetic picture with my poorly made duck tape boot

She now has to change my poultice twice a day.  I am very good and offer my foreleg for attention.  Then, just as She is taping my foot with sticky stuff, I wriggle about so that the sticky tape sticks to itself and Her and She starts cussing.  It is such fun, tee hee!

Mummy starts jumping again

I was banned from the arena and had to watch from the gate when mummy started jumping again after her maternity leave.  I have to say that, from where I was standing, both horse and rider looked very rusty!



To be fair, they did seem to be getting the hang of it after a few goes.  Mummy said afterwards that if you are going to jump things you must remember that you need some impulsion, even if the jumps are small.

Caught napping

I seem to be paying the price for my Facebook fame, as now I can't have a little post-breakfast nap in peace without  paparazzi taking covert videos of me!


 Oh the shame of being caught sleeping with your head in your food bucket!

More Facebook Fame!

Once more I have appeared on 'Facebook' and collected more admiring 'Likes'.  Just a few more appearances and I shall be the most 'Liked' filly in the universe!

I become a British citizen

It's official, I exist!

In spite of the fact that all my relatives are Dutch immigrants (apart from mummy whose parents were both Dutch immigrants) I have been given a British passport.  I can now become the international mare of mystery, travelling the world and being able to call upon British consular assistance where necessary.  There may be some parts of the world where I would be better going in disguise, but perhaps I'll avoid those.

A home of my own

Mummy is being given medication in her breakfast, which I am not allowed to eat, so I have been given my very own stable for use at breakfast time.  I found it very much to my liking and quickly made myself at home.

I can see my best friend Hanuman on one side, and on the other side there is mummy's stable.  I can look through the grille and watch her tip her breakfast on the floor and hide the medicated food under her bed.

Vet takes artist's impression of me

As a modern, sophisticated filly-about-town, I have to have a passport.  As I couldn't get to a photo booth for my passport photo, the vet had to make an artist's impression.  Here, the vet tries to lure me into the open so that she could make a drawing of me.

After the drawing was done I had to go back into the stable with mummy.  There I was offered a 'Bravery Carrot' and while I was taking it I saw the vet advancing in my direction with a big needle then mummy tried to snatch my carrot and I felt a stab in my neck.  With great determination I managed to wrestle my carrot away from mummy and ate it all myself.  Apparently I now have a microchip which means that I am important.