Mother is busy filling out forms and thanking the various governments for keeping her roadways safe, her air somewhat breathable, etc. etc. She says she'll come up to visit me soon, but I remember past times when she's filled out forms, and she doesn't exactly have a good track record at speediness.
In actual good news, she has relocated her camera, so soon there should be glorious pictures of me in all of my activities once again.
The pictures are what the people want, I tell her. They don't give a flake about tax forms.
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.