Things were funny down at the barn... Lots of the humans were there earlier than usual and just brought in horses willy nilly. They said something about a Super Bowl... I'm not sure if they are all going to a party with a big bowl? If so, I bet it's full of COOKIES!! That's my idea of a party.
Humans are funny. They find the littlest excuse to change our routine. Mother tends to be there kind of late, and she feeds me kind of late. But sometimes, she is there early! Sometimes, some other human brings me in, and they give me my grain, which is nice of them. (They never give me grain in the morning, when all the other horses get theirs, so I am always grateful if someone feeds me.)
We have hay put out in the field for us all day in winter, and it's good hay, so I don't mind if Mother isn't there as early as some others. If it gets really late, sometimes she puts some of MY good alfalfa hay out for me and my late waiting cohorts while she finishes doing my stall and sometimes other stalls, so I don't mind staying out (but I do mind sharing MY hay). She tends to walk by, saying in a very smooth, creepy voice, "Please continue to wait. Your stall is important to us. It's being cleaned in the order received." I really hate that voice. I pin my ears when I hear it. Does that stop her? No!! She thinks it's funny.
Why can't humans do things the same every day? Humans say, "I've gotta go!" and "I'm so busy tonight!", but really, what could be more important than being down here? I'm here all day. I don't have to be in a big hurry to get anywhere (except inside to the grain at night). What's the rush?
Mother says things about "work", and blames it for being late sometimes. I don't really understand that either. She says she gets money if she goes to work, but I have seen money, and it smells gross and doesn't seem edible, even though it's green, so I don't see why she wants it. Now, if she got cookies for work, I'd understand!
Fortunately, I don't have to do anything to get cookies, except stick my nose over the door when Mother says she's got to go, and give her a kiss. Sometimes I am eating a big mouthful of alfalfa, so I will walk up to the door, so she knows I heard her, but I wait with my nose just out of her reach until I finish my mouthful. I wouldn't want to drop my hay, or my cookies!
I just have to hold my head really still so she can kiss me on the top of my nose, and then I get my cookie, and a couple "for the road" tossed into my feeder, then she closes the top door of my stall. Sometimes it is funny to watch her, she reaches to kiss me but I am just out of reach. She says "No kiss, no cookie", and then I take one more step so she can reach me. Henhenehenehuhn.