Mother was up today with the Aunties working in the garden. The Garden used to be our paddock, but they have taken it over and filled it with an elaborate jungle of vegetation that is seemingly impenetrable.
Belle and I penetrated it a few months back, but there was much screaming. Most unpleasant.
Mother assured me that she will be bringing the camera up soon, as she has to take photos of the wee donks to send in for registration.
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.