Mule-lympics Here I Come!

That’s it!  I’m off to the Mule-lympics!  The call has come in, yes the one that I have been waiting for!  Her Majesty rang my own personal phone to call me up to Team GB!  It would appear that there is a place available on the Dressage team.

Wait I can hear the phone ringing!

Yes Your Majesty, I am at your service!

 

Oh muleteers I am soooo happy. 

It all started last week when I posted off my letter to Her Majesty letting her know that I would be a stand in for Team GB.  

Sealed with a kiss your majesty, pick me!

I had been too busy to enter competitions to qualify as I have been working on my physique (larger than life fans!).  In my letter I let Her Majesty know that I would be the perfect selection for the Team GB dressage.  I have heard all about the requirements for a dressage master:

1/. Elegance – this is no problem, I think you’ll agree that I am elegant in all ways.

2/. Light on your feet – look at these beautiful hooves, how could I not dance beautifully with these?

3/. Timing – my timing is superb, I know the split second when FH is out of bed and ready to open the gate!

4/. Obedient – FH is pretty obedient and does as she’s told, I think she is pretty submissive to my ways

5/. Good looking – need I say more???

6/. Star quality – of course, I am The Mini and I would look good in gold!

And the winner is!

I have packed my saddle bags ready to go but there is just one tiny detail that I missed…..

Muleteers apparently I would actually have to carry FH so that we could dance together.  Oh dear, it would appear that I will just have to stay here listen to it all on the radio, oh well I never did like the big city anyway ;-)

 'Til next time Muleteers, FH has promised a Gold Medal all of my own just for being so mulificent!