Below Reproach

So Mother visited a few times this week, but she did not take any photos!

She thought about just re-purposing old photos.

MOTHER!!! Come ON!!!

 "Shut up, Boyfriend. There's snow. If you hadn't said anything, no one would have known!"

That's not even a picture of me, Mother.

sigh

Boring post, complete with losing bits of my body

Guess who is starting to shed?

ME!!

Just a little bit, mostly on my back and rump, but it is a harbinger of spring, and Mother says she's willing to take any little sign.

For these Southerners, it's been a snowier winter than they've grown accustomed to. Myself being from North Dakota... yeah, still hot down here in Ohio.

Mother trimmed my hoovies this evening. She did my back feet first, then was scratching on me a bit before starting the fronts. She took a step back, and said, "Boyfriend, you seem taller than I remembered."

Then she realized how overdue my front feet were.

Personally, I thought I had done a perfect job with them. Mother agreed, but felt some wall needed to come off.

Mother, it gives me great traction!!

Poor Grand-Mare

Mother has been doing things, not necessarily with me, although she did stop and clean my part of the run in the other evening.

She stopped at her dam's dwelling, and apparently changed the wallpaper (whatever that means) and it upset her dam.

Mother doesn't understand why. She thinks it is a beautiful self portrait:

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!!