Idle Speculation

After trimming my hind hooves, untangling my mane and grumbling at its length, Mother set me free. I wandered  after the wee donks, watching them skitter and scatter away from me. Mother calls this OJ chasing. Across the barnyard, little hooves flying in front of me as they fled to the where Bert and Callie were standing.

This led me into the Multipurpose, where I attempted to get Bert to play chewy face, or rearing fight, or SOMETHING with me, and he just wouldn't. NO one wants to play around here.

sigh

Like being 28 is any excuse.

  February 2012

Sometimes he plays chewy face with me...

Mother removed me, saying that Scooter didn't want to play, and that he'd hurt himself telling me off, and that perhaps I should play with Belle. She shoved me in to the Small.

You can't play with girls, Mother. You have to stay on their good sides.

That's why Fat Donkey asked my advice on what to give Julia for St. V Day (whatever that is).

He likes this:

I thought this was more appropriate:

He doesn't have any way of procuring either, so it doesn't really matter.