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.

sigh

A good human is hard to find.

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.

FatBat

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?

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!

Interminably Intermittent

Oh, hi! Long time, no see!

I know, I know, I've been rather reclusive of late. Blame it on Mother. She comes up and does stalls or feeds us, but doesn't always bother to give me cookies (scandalous) or even, really, play with me at all.

sniff, sniff


Mother stopped up this evening, and took pictures of us and the new mare and gave us cookies. Unfortunately, the internet is not cooperating and it is taking forever to load pictures, so this one will have to get you by until Mother figures it all out. This is still my beautiful Belle, by the way. That pesky new Bobbie is around here somewhere...

OMG! Red Mare Herd Expansion!!!

Apparently, my herd is expanding soon... Details to come!

All about the Chicks

Really, Mother? Of all the days to come up here with the camera, you choose this one?

It is gross and muddy out. I am gross and muddy. And you document this on film?

I mean, I'm sure my readership is pleased to see proof of life and all that. All two of them. But I am filthy. And the location makes me look butt high and sway backed! I'm only 14! Not even yet fourteen.

And the after pictures...

I really don't see any difference. Do you??

Just let me out of here.

I never thought I'd say this, but I need a bath.

Why don't you just go off and fuss over the chickens. They're all you care about lately, anyway. I don't see how they're useful...

 

Hannah, the chicken.

 Bathsheba, the chicken. Ruth and Naomi are around here somewhere, too.

Bladed

Shedding season is once again upon us. Mother pulled me into the barn and attacked me with the shedding blade. I say attacked, because I've never really experienced the shedding blade before, and I am not entirely sure that I like it.

Mother has always been a little anti-shedding blade, because she believes it dulls the coat. She decided, however, that since I am grey I don't really shine anyway. So this year she determined to take the easy way out.

She raked the curved metal along my flesh, and I was displeased.

Mother, please be civilized and go get the curry comb.