Monday, August 24, 2015

Lunging Mr. Boyfriend

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.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Driving Miss Jeni

Aunt Jeni came up this weekend, and drove Julia around. I got quite a few cookies, though, and I didn't have to work for them, so all in all it was a nice visit.

Mother and the Aunties brought in a round bale for us today. YAY! Hay at all times. They are talking about getting a small house for round bales so they won't have to crowd it into our run-in. I don't know what that means, but I love round bales, and eating outside would be nice.

There are three of us horses, now, you know.

The donkeys don't count.

Sunday, August 16, 2015


So, Mother got this device that she wears around her front limb called a FatBat. Apparently it has another name, but Mother says since she is fat and not fit that this is more appropriate.

She says it tells her that she sleeps a lot, eats too much, and how much activity she may have done. She says that even though it doesn't make any sound, she can hear it telling her, "Take the stairs, Fatty."

What does Fat Donkey have to do with this?

It apparently caused her to take one of the donks for a walk the other day.

Do you get credit for brushing me, Mother? Or keystrokes on the computer?

Monday, August 10, 2015

The Pesky New Bobbie

See, what did I tell you? Pesky

Actually, she's very pretty, and I rather like her. Belle accepts her, and the donkeys love her.

Speaking of donkeys, three of them went on a little sojourn the other day, into the yard to eat the flowers. The aunties were NOT happy.

Mother took Julia out for a drive the other day, but just looked at me with all my little sticktight burrs, groaned, and left.

I'm waiting, Mother. And you better not cut it all off!
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