Sofia is a wuss.

I know that I was sent to Wales as a babysitter for a skanky lusitano mare with ishoos stunning and well bred Shetland who's planning on world domination being the perfect pony, but really, the things I have had to put up with are simply unacceptable. So much so, I am thinking of calling the RSPCA. I mean, not only am I living in a bloody cattle shed, but last night for dinner, I only had best quality hay and 3, yes 3!! carrots! Who the hell only gets 3 carrots in their dinner?? I want AT LEAST 12!! AND I'm being made to share a pen with a right fat tub of lard at the moment. Jeitoso is (he reckons, anyway) a pedigree 16.1hh Lusitano Posh twat  who's on a diet because he's such a lard arse and has to get fit and avoid the dreaded laminitis.

So, because I'm such a perfect pony, I've been aiding his fitness regime by chasing him around the pen, biting his backside and pulling faces. Just in the spirit of motivation, you understand. Things are also going to hot up later. Apparently, this morning the two slaves humans who live here and I've been dumped issued with, are going to try and get Sofia the wussy mare that I'm supposed to babysit into the shed with us. Considering that she's scared shitless of me, that'll be interesting! I shall update later!