Showing posts with label horse products. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horse products. Show all posts

Wednesday, 17 June 2009

Our Secret Equestrian Life . . . .


My poor cat got combed to death on Saturday. Being a Persian cat, she needs brushing everyday, but even if you keep up with it, you can still get a build up of dead fur that is prone to matting, especially in those hard-to-reach areas. So once or twice a year, I treat her to a professional groom, and it just so happened to fall on last weekend.

The lady who came round to groom her was very nice, and while my cat was attempting to bite and claw us to death, we were merrily chatting away.

It turned out that she kept horses, and so I brought up the subject of our Equestrian range - trying to do a bit of weekend advertising. She had no idea that we sold horse rugs, and was surprised. She said that by looking at our company name, Cybercheckout, there is nothing there to suggest of our Equestrian range, which got me wondering how many other horsey people in our local area are unaware of us.




Maybe we should get a life-size model of a horse, put one of our rugs on its back, and stand it outside our office. It would also provide us with immense fun, watching and counting to see how many people climb on and attempt to ride off with it . . .

"Get off your horse, and drink your milk...!"

D. Ilott
Cybercheckout

Tuesday, 19 May 2009

Utilisation . . .

In this day and age, with the economy in the state that it is, not everyone can afford to buy new products for their purposes. This is where you have to utilise what you already have. For instance:

. . . Our Pet Hair Magnet (my favourite) can double up as a window scraper for your car - if you really want to.




. . . Our firepit can be used as a prop in a fantastic Sci-Fi movie (It's not a firepit. It's a UFO in disguise.)


. . . And our horse rugs can be used as sleeping bags.

. . . Here's the proof:

Our equestrian leader's little `mini-me` was poorly yesterday and so had to be brought into the office with mummy. All he wanted to do was sleep, and what better place to put him than on the floor, wrapped up snug in a horse rug - much to the jealousy of other colleagues who wanted to lie there instead of him. He slept for about three hours.

We could have even tried to cheer him up by playing horsey (utilising yet another rug). . .

It just goes to prove that a little imagination will take you far . . . or get your poorly children to sleep.

I might steal that rug at lunch . . .

D. Ilott
Cybercheckout Ltd