Instead of playing with me on this glorious weekend (well, glorious until the rain started, anyway), Mother was off ghost sitting. And Corgi sitting. And Manatee sitting, Melon sitting, and Jack Russel Terrorist sitting, but worst of all, she spent many minutes giving cookies and hay and water to other horses!
One of them she claims is very near and dear to her heart. She laments that she can't bring him home to retire him, as she is short of funds. He still is ride-able, and small jumps occasionally, but his people would be happy for Mother to have him, giving him an easier life and them more stall room.
I wish she would bring him here... I would chase him and batter him and show him and Mother that I am the most important horse!
I mean really, how can she take this seriously? Look at him! What a doofus! That tree isn't hiding him.
And he's afraid of cameras! All Mother does is take pictures with that little flashy thing. And clippers, and you know Mother spends lots of time managing my surplus hair with the clippers. He could never make her happy the way I do... I'm sure she doesn't want to ride or pet on him, just because she's known him for 18 years and taught him to jump many years ago and blah blah blah.
I am the important one, Mother. Don't you forget!
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Oh, Bif . . . I had a nearly-the-same thing happen! Someone tried to give this mare to my FarmWife: http://skagit.craigslist.org/grd/2714815959.html. FarmHusband put his foot down about it, but if he hadn't I would be the proud owner of a mail-order bride today. I'm feeling a little disappointed, and FarmWife is too. This mare is a particular friend of hers.ReplyDelete
Oh, you need him! He is adorable. What is his story?ReplyDelete
I do NOT want that interloper to write a guest blog! DO NOT even put that idea into Mother's head.ReplyDelete