June 29, 2008

We mares really had some fun! Story led us on an adventure called breaking and entering. We got into the barn when we were supposed to be outside and went from stall to stall eating up the grain that had been put out for breakfast. It was yummy – forbidden grain is definitely the best grain!

When the humans found us, we got yelled at, but it was still worth it. Hay Story, can you break through the gate again tonight?

June 23, 2008
 

I got an e-mail from Story. I hate it when she rubs things in my face.  Why make me feel worse than I already do? Some friend.

"Hi Pippi,

You missed an interesting trail ride last Sunday. Twelve of us walked our humans through downtown Geneseo! There were people EVERYWHERE smiling, waving, and admiring our cute saddle blankets. Of course, we had all been bathed and brushed to perfection.

There were some odd, round black things along the cement path that I avoided (horse-eating holes in the ground?). I was a bit leary about the black metal path we had to cross (my human said it's for trains, whatever they are), but it turned out to be no big deal. We were 'stars' of the parade – even got a pretty trophy.

Maybe if we do this again, your human won't have to be out of town and you can go, too.
 
P.S. I got to walk next to Bravo – sigh....
 
Story"

June 15, 2008

Haiku
by Pippi

Mother Nature spits
angry ice pellets at me.
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

June 12, 2008

Haiku
by Pippi

Liquid from the clouds
keeps dripping on my body.
Had enough rain baths.

June 7, 2008

Got an e-mail from Story. Seems she read my last entry and isn't very happy about it.

"You're just so jealous that I got a new girth and you didn't – nanner, nanner, nanner!"

As long as you stay away from Bravo, Story, I'm not jealous at all.

June 5, 2008

Story has been very hard to live with. Seems her human bought her a new cinch and girth and the girth is a smaller size. So now she thinks she's a slim little filly instead of the solid mare that she is.  She's running around talking about how thin she is and how good she looks and how she'd better have some more grass because she's afraid she'll blow away since she's so thin. Blah, blah, blah.  Well, if Story's thin, then I'm skeletal.  Hay, Story, your ribs called and said they'd like to come out of hiding. And they could if you'd only stop eating.