A day in the life of Pred

07/03/2021

Picture has Bear in it as I forgot to take one of Pred. Here we have a story from today. The sun was warm and the ground is soft enough to allow us to jump. Pred isn't much of a jumper. He's very green with poles so I wasn't expecting much. Anywho I got on and warmed up. Every thing was going great. He felt very springy. Like a I'm ready to jump spring. 15 minutes in I decided the warm up was enough and we were ready to tackle a jump. Oh how I was wrong 🤦🏻‍♀️ we came round in a steady, bouncy canter heading towards the jump. In the moment I thought we were going to fly. He felt so confident. Little s**t is good at being a liar. Dirty stopper. He slammed on the brakes and throw his head down followed with a 180° spin then a bolt with some added bucks for good measure. I *being in the jumping position* was launched out of the saddle and landed half way up his neck. When he spun I was launched even further round his neck. Ending up being a piece of jewellery for the t**t. The bucks were not appreciated either. Somehow I was able to wiggle my way back into the saddle. I ended up getting off after that and jumping the jumps with him 😂😂

18/01/2021

I thought today would be a lovely day to go for a wonder. Just me and Pred in the quietness of the countryside. Oh how wrong I was. I jinxed myself massively. I cleared a good chunk of space and got the arsehat tacked up. Off the bat he was a bellend. Getting to the bridle way was a mission. On the bridleways was where everything fell apart. Pred noticed we were alone, no Rosie, no dog walkers, no joggers. Completely alone. Someone had forgotten his big boy pants.
We got 4 strides from the gate before he screeched and spun round. In complete fear he p**ped himself. Asking for collection and braveness only to get screeched at. The Welsh dragon was an unhappy dragon. We had this screechy spinning farting prat moment for a good 20 minutes. I was bored and dizzy. Dare I say it, I was slowly regretting my sanity into getting a Welsh section D. Then comes the bolting with the added bucking. I was not having fun. Clinging onto my arsecheeks in the hopes that they would stay firmly seated in my saddle. Thinking to myself, maybe I should of ridden Rosie. Rosie would of behaved better.
The loneliness was too much, everything was petrifing. The gentle breeze that rustled the dead leaves on a tree, the p**p bin bag moving ever so slightly, let's not forget about the shark infested puddles. Oh heaven forbid if a shark was to be living in a body of water that's no deeper than the length of my pinky nail 🙄 Pred was adamant that this was the case. Snorting at the sight of it. Kicking the water and then jumping when it touched him. I gave up. I admitted defeat. The t**t had won.
Maybe I'll take Rosie next time.

12/01/2021

Do after today I am about ready to hide away and sleep. Had a feeling that I shouldn't leave my bed, reluctantly I did anyway only to find that my t**t of a horse has ruined my mares rug.. Watch the videos to see my will to live slowly decrease 😅😂

04/01/2021

We want out for a hack the other day with a couple of friends and Bear. Bear *image below* is a 20 year old tank like cob (who acts like a 5 year old most days). Bear had a rider. The rider was a novice and quite nervous. Bear has a reputation of being a t**t. Nonetheless she was a diamond, foot perfect all the way round our hack. Pred on the other hand.. 🙄 he wanted to be in front. Not walking side by side. Not walking behind. But. In. Front. So much so that he was powering ahead. When asked to stop he gave me the typical Welshie attitude. Throwing his head and kicking with his front foot. Once we had re grouped the little s**t then decided it be swell idea to f**k off out of sight. No amount of pulling or begging would slow the fart f**k down. Re grouping again we decided to turn back as my friend who was on foot was getting sore feet. Pred yet again wanted to be in front. Like right in front. With Rosies nose on his arsecheek. That was all well and good til we got to the final stretch of bridleway where he decided to pull a buck that was the size of a bus *image below* and tank off, almost running over a poor dog walker and her little terrier type. Apologising as he sped past with his ass gasses trumpeting away 😥 I felt awful. I had left my friends behind. We had almost squashed a dog. I was swearing like a sailor. I was done with my huffing dragon. We made it home. He was good on the road 🙄

29/12/2020

You will need to make a drink and get some snacks as this is a loooong one..
T**t of the year award goes to my fabulous arse f**k Pred. After today I'm really questioning my sanity and reasons behind getting a Welsh section D. With the attitude of a mare combined with his sheer stubborness I really have picked a good bloody egg 🙄
Setting the scene: the weather is okay.. ish, the ground is soft and I had some free time so thought why not get on Pred and have a good old school session.. Oh how wrong I was. Tacking up he was a diamond. Groomed my shoulder as I played with his mane. Ya know the usual stuff they do before they act like dicks.
So, I get on and go to leave our courtyard to which Pred decides to put the brakes on and reverse at speed into the mounting block for a s**t excuse of a reason *Rosie popped her head over her door.. heaven forbid*. So off the bat I knew today was going to be ONE of those days. We finally get into the field, all be it was backwards but we got there. Takes him a while to found his feet but once he does he gives me the fancy Welshie trot til we got to a fence where everything fell apart. Asking him to move and he would spin, nap backwards, throw his head, and plant his hooves. We kept this up for twentie minutes til he decide to run head first into a bush and the nap back out of it before spinning and farting/bucking/squeaking his way back to the fence. At this point my arms were on fire and my arse was not absorbing the bucking as well as it used too... must be the extra load of Xmas dinner but anyway I ended up running out of time and I had no choice but give up and let the ungrateful f**ker win. Yay for me. My boyfriend was crying with laughter from his car. He saw the whole thing. Thanks Pred for showing me up 😂😂

28/12/2020

Today we did some work to help build his muscle as Pred is a bit piggy like. *the bandages help to engage his core and back - making him work those muscles a little harder*
This was not appreciated. He was not happy this gym session. No amount of clicking or chasing would make this fat bu**er move. For 20 minutes I sounded like a pair of them wind up clicking teeth things. Followed by me saying "walk on Preddo" "pick your feet up a bit quicker" "move please" "Move you fat f**k" "MOVEEE!!" Then I gave up and sat on the ground, leaving Pred to plod round me. Only then did Pred decide to engage his fartf**k mode and throw his arse round dragging me with him 🙄 I slid round like s**t on a shovel. Thanks Pred. Nice one. T**t.

27/12/2020

Another t**t of the year moment for Pred.
I didn't get the fall on video but this is the aftermath.
Let both horses out as usual. Bear went first as she likes to take her time. Plus Pred is an asre with hay and hates sharing. Being second is not his strong point (nor is galloping on wet ground) so in true t**t style he went bombing round to be the first one to the haypiles. Bear *who has plenty of experience due to her age* was a little too quick for him.. Racing down the field, he over took her but couldn't stop in time, so slid straight theough one pile resulting in a spectaular deer on ice type look. His legs went one way and his body went the other. He tried to style it out but rolling and staying down for a while before getting up.
Yes he was fine, just a little sore bump to his ego 😂😂

27/12/2020

First story comes from out last hack out a few weeks ago..

Looking angelic and rather happy here. Before his t**t of the year moment.

Had a wonderful hack out this morning. Lots of positive energy and Pred had his brave pants on. Marching out to take on the adventure he was a diamond. Listening and being forward but not being a t**t.
All went well til we walked past the park on our way home. Where old di****ad fart f**k decided it be a fab idea to buck/fart/squeak his way through the empty playing field at a silly speed. I begged and pleaded for him to stop, we met a bush that I hoped would stop him.. Nope, not a poxy chance. A ditch maybe? Cleared it. A man who was laughing from the side line? Almost squashed him. No amount of pulling, shouting or leaning back would stop him from his mission to get home. He did stop in the end and looked rather chuffed with himself. T**t.

27/12/2020

New page for my tit of a horse. I have many stories to tell about him so may as well make a blog page. This will contain strong language, you've been warned. Welcome to a day in the life of Pred the grade A t**t 😊

27/12/2020