Anthropo(h)orsasizing

So, Mother at last deigned to gift us with her presence evening last. It had been approximately forever since she'd made an appearance, so I peered at her in the darkness through the magic window but didn't nicker, as I was already eating hay. And she doesn't deserve a greeting.

Abandon-er.

Apparently she didn't see me, cause she didn't say "Hi," either.

Hrmmph. Donkeys are more important, are they?


She flipped on the lights, and I heard her rustling around and picking the wee donks' hoovies. All was quiet. I think she grabbed my halter and rope at this point, but I decided I was thirsty, and left the run in shed and went around the corner to the trough.

Mother waltzed into the run in, then said "Boyfriend?!" in an alarmed tone.

What?

Mother walked back out under the canvas flap, peered around in the darkness, and called "Boyfriend!". I admit she sounded a little panicked.

Apparently her night vision is not as acute as mine.

She turned and walked back into the run-in and looked around again... what, I am hiding under the shavings? Are you dim-witted, Mother? I felt her mind picture: something about surely the Aunties would have called if I had died.

I felt bad for her, and walked back towards the run in without having gotten my drink. She put my halter on and threw my rope over the magic window-sill and let me munch hay while she picked out my freshly mud-enriched feet.

She gave me some scritches, and came back with a huge handful of Mrs. Pastures and promises to return more often and be a better Mother (I've heard that before).

Apparently, she thought I was UPSET that she hasn't come to see me at all lately, and so not only didn't look for her or say hello, but went out of my way to hide and give her a heart attack.

Did my dry muzzle give me away??

Seasonal Affected Disorder: When your owner is a slacker

Mother has made a New Year's Resolution... to not see me.

That is what I suspect, anyway. She was up here a lot during the Christmas week and after, but I haven't seen her at all lately.

So what that there was -30 windchill? Pansy. You would have died in North Dakota, Mother. Died.

But it is warming again, now. Perhaps, this weekend, she'll arrive?

With Mrs. Pastures, please.

Preferably before next summer!

'Tis the Season to be Hole-y

Mother came up to visit me on Sunday.

Three Sundays ago!

It's been forever since she has been up here.

Ice, you say? That's a crumby excuse, Mother.

Long hours at work? I spend long hours at boredom, thanks to you.

Horse-sitting others? Where ARE your priorities?



And even when she was visiting that Sunday, she invited Aunt Nancy (DVM) to stab me over and over with needles. What the...?

Believe it or not, it's kinda nice!

I remain in joyful hope that Mother will come visit me soon. If not, I'm going to start putting MY version of old classics on here, and Mother won't like that at all!

Mother Got Ran Over by a Reindeer, anyone?

Mother's Dream

Mother thinks of me from time to time as, well, a river horse.

She's talked about some resemblance, which I frankly don't see

 

One time, she even illustrated our little walk in the park thusly

And as she works with the donkeys to teach them to drive, she has visions of the same for me...

 

Not funny, Mother.

I got my teeth floated.

I got cookies.

Hay. Everyday.

I was brushed.

I was ignored in favor of miniscule asses.

I got cookies.

MOTHER... GET SOME INTERNET!!

Bad Sitcoms and the Zombie Apocalypse

As often, Mother has been too lazy to love me and take pictures and all the rest. Like a bad sitcom, she thinks it's OK just to put a re-run up.

I will say, though, she really, really likes this post... and it is keeping with the day!

 found via google images on deviantart. 

BE, thanks for drawing this in '08

 

Complete Reckless Abandon of Protocol: with ZOMBIES!

Mother is an infrequent reader of other things on the internet. Without wi-fi of her own, her attempts to glean information and entertainment (AND COOKIES!!!) are much more limited than in the past.

One blog that is read is about some horses named O and Ima and Pangea.[and now Tre] Apparently they remind Mother of a previous life, or something.

ANYWAY, the lady that writes about O and Ima and Pangea had some questions for her readers, which Mother decided should be answered here. After explaining to me exactly what is involved with zombies and their lifestyles (oh, ick ick ICK), here goes:

11 Questions for Readers:

   You have to choose only 5 things to survive the zombie apocalypse. What do you bring along?
Hay bag filled with hay (NOT the slow feed ones... oh, wait, that'll keep the hay from spilling out everywhere), Mrs. Pastures Cookies, Herballs, my joint supplements, and Mother
 

 Quick! There are zombies chasing you and your best friend is slowing you down. Do you trip them up and let them get eaten, or help them along at the risk of being eaten yourself?
 No. I can't make make life or un-death decisions like that. That's why we move in herds, and why the miniature donks aren't too awful to have around. The wolves, er, uh, zombies will definitely catch them first. Then Callie, then Bert. Belle will be tired by then... I'll still be going strong!

 You get to the barn and find that your horse is a zombie! What do you do?
Oh, like Belle was a zombie? Does she still eat hay? If not, more for me!

 If you were a zombie, who would you eat first?
Fat donkey. Then I wouldn't have to eat again for a while.

 Do you think zombies have feelings and can they be cured?
 Everyone has feelings. But can feelings be cured? I don't know. A better thing is if the feelings never need to be cured.

 In this world of Smartphones and technology, do you ever wonder if we're ALREADY all zombies?
Can zombies eat hay? No.
I eat hay. Therefore, not a zombie.

 You found the cure for zombification! What is it?
Being a zombie IS the cure. If you are a zombie, you don't mind being a zombie... Do you, Mother?

 You have a choice for vehicles to survive a zombie apocalypse: a heavily armored but slow tank, a very speedy jacked up truck with a gun rack, or a small cargo carrier airplane. Which do you choose and why?
The tank, because I am afraid of heights.

 Where is your safe hiding spot going to be during the zombie apocalypse?
The run-in shed.
 
 The zombies have caught you and you're about to be eaten. Which part would you want them to consume first?
Mane and tail. That should keep them busy for quite a while, plus they might choke and give up. Oh, and then my hooves, if they are just trimming up any rough edges.

 You're up for some hand to hand combat with zombies. You have a choice between a baseball bat, a Swiss army knife, and a meat tenderizer hammer. Which do you choose?
Hooves. I can't hold any of those other weapons very effectively.

 If zombies could dance, what kind of dance would they do?
Mother told me to write "The Monster Mash". I would think a mash made of monsters would be rather gross and not edible, however.

Not Dead

Mother said I should reassure everyone that I am not dead.

 [clearly alive]

I could say I've just been busy eating, and getting burrs in my hair, and getting shaved bald again like the last time... but really, it's because Mother has no internet and thus I have no way to communicate with the outside world. I'm really not that busy.

sigh

I do have a visit with the dentist coming up soon, so I am excited about that... HAPPY PLACE! And apparently Aunt Nancy will bring her Bunny over, who I've never met. I hope the donkeys scare him to death, but Mother says he lived with a donkey, so the likelihood of that is quite slim.

sigh


Mother has also been drooling over some horse on the internet, but I am not worried.

If she can't afford Internet, how could she afford another horse?

[when I still had my hair]

And why would she want one?

Everyone but Me

Look deep in to the monitor, and you'll see...

A ridiculously large mode of transportation...

Yes, the donkeys got a ride to the park. Aunt Nancy and Mother took them on a walk...

While I sit at home. Unwanted. Unloved.

Mother is always at work.

Or stays at home and stares at her cats...

I don't see what is so cute about them.