Grandly Flying Over Fences

It is raining. Rain means Winter. Winter means...

HUNTING SEASON.

I have always wondered what the point of winter show jumping and dressage series are. You still have to get all tidied up and clean and trim and plait (especially difficult with a vindictive GREY pony), and you just end up a mud/sand/arena splattered mess. I mean, sure, it good for fittness and experience yadah yadah... but is it fun?

Possibly. Hunting, however, is more fun.

I have always wanted to hunt, cross-country was always my favourite discipline. Triumph showed great aptitude for hunting, he was forever jumping the pony club fences at full height.

My friend Kate from pony club and I have decided that this winter will be it, we shall hunt. Obviously this is problematic from the get go, her horse is all kinds of broken and my horse is, well, my horse doesn't exist. This shall not stop us. We are resourceful. We have contacts. I just got new boots. This is our season.

photo credit to famkefonz on flikr. waitemata hunt club.

On Felines

This is a conversation I frequently have with my cat Louis.

Louis: Marroooww!

Me: Didn't I just feed you?

Louis: Meewowr

Me: What are those biscuits in your bowl? I have already fed you twice today

Louis: Meeeerrreohwohwr!

Me: Alright have this piece of ham.

At the beginning of summer, Louis was very thin, almost worryingly thin. We put him on a strict worming and de-fleaing regeime and he had bounced back wonderfully. It also helped that he was brushed daily and fed anti fur-ball bikkies and now he is just a big fat meowing kitty cat who keeps my hands warm at night. Silly Kitty!