I guess I shouldn't have made that comment about getting cookies and not having to work. Mother caught me up first, and brushed me and picked hooves then took me out to the multipurpose... where I was obliged to trot around on the lungeline a while.
And I got no cookies, mind you.
Mother then proceeded to torture Ellie Mae by hitching her to the cart and expecting her to drag Mother around in it. It was vaguely amusing to watch.
Mother took Julia for a drive, too. She says Julia was very good... then SHE got cookies! Where is the fairness, I ask?
Never mind that Mother offered me the cookies... I just don't like that kind. She SHOULD have gone and gotten my Mrs. Pastures.
A good human is hard to find.