This is my story. It is the story of the bond between horse and human. I am special.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
It's never enough
Losing my mane and forelock was embarrassing enough. Now Mother is talking about taking me to a costume class. It sounds like it will involve either black enhancements, or white enhancements. She says my mane will be perfect by then.
The zebra option
The gra Fjord option
I do kind of like the Fjords, I guess. But the zebra? Totally not me!
I am a fifteen year old horse named Boyfriend, sometimes Bif. Sometimes "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown". Sometimes names I really don't think bear repeating. After years of misappropriating mother's phone and email, I now have my own site.
Have a question for me? Please email me Boyfriend@IamBoyfriend.com
All of the stuff under My Favorite Grazing Places and Mother's Favorite Sites are unpaid (why would I need money?), Mother just really likes them and likes to share. She can be a generous sort, at times...
Mother's other blog: A tale of love and blah blah blah. Not me.