Ok, the groundhog has me a little freaked out. You may recall I mentioned there was a growing hole in the area of the stall next to me, and a correspondingly growing pile of dirt. I heard some of the humans making a groundhog comment, but... what size of a groundhog must it be? Look at this!
Something about this is just so NOT RIGHT...
Oh, NO!! Awful thought! What if it is the amoeba? What if it has evolved and that is why it is in the barn now? That is right by the shavings where the amoeba sometimes lived. And now my stall is the closest. Why did they take that wall down?! What if it comes for me, and I am stuck in my stall?
Worse, Mother acts as if the hole and dirt pile isn't even there... I am all too aware. What if the groundhog suddenly pops up out of there? What if something worse than the groundhog pops up from out of there?
Mother said they are putting automatic waterers out in the field for us, but I don't see why that makes dirt pile up in the barn, or why there has to be that hole, or any of it. I just want things to go back to how they were. I want the stall wall up again in that other stall, so if the Shavingophilis Garganagiganticus starts coming into the barn, it'll be harder for it to get me.
Mother also laughed that no matter how hard I tried, I would never pass as an Arabian. I'm not sure what that means, either.
I guess I shouldn't worry about whatever this groundhog is doing. Mother walks over to the hole and nothing happens to her. And so far, my stall hasn't flooded, so I guess the groundhog knows what he's doing... I'll just keep an eye on it.
Oh, and no real word on the cookie famine. I know I am down to my last thirty or forty cookies, I really hope Mother finds a source again soon.
I think I'm getting an ulcer. This is all just so stressful!