May 30, 2008

Hay, Story here. I borrowed Pippi's laptop so I could say  Happy Birthday, Human!!!! Yep, it's my human's birthday. I tried to buy her a present, but I couldn't find a site on the internet that had Tom Selleck for sale. So she'll have to settle for me singing the birthday song.

Hay, hay Human. It's your birfday. We're gonna party like it's your birfday. Sip apple cider like it's your birfday. We're gonna party like it's your birfday and we don't care 'cuz it's your birfday!

May 28, 2008

Oh, my gosh – you won't believe what happened! Seems our favorite military man, Major Art, went out and bought himself a motorcycle. He then proceeded to roll that bike and ended up with a broken leg, a messed-up shoulder, and other various bumps and bruises. He must have been wearing a helmet or else he's just got a really hard head because that body part made it through OK. Thank goodness he's going to be all right.

Hay, Art, you need to stick with the four-legged modes of transportation, the ones with a mane and tail – and a brain. Those motorcycles are just scary and can't think you out of trouble like a horse can. OK, so a horse's first thought on getting out of trouble — running as fast as possible in the opposite direction —  might cause the human on its back some problems, but at least the horse is thinking.

So now not only are we all upset that Art is hurt, but we heard that Sundae and her family aren't going on the Wisconsin camping trip. There's some disappointed horses and humans here at Belezaire. But that trip's not until the first week of July. Art, you need to hurry up and heal those bones. And sell the bike.

May 26, 2008

It's Memorial Day. I looked it up online to find out what that means and it's a day of rembrance for those who have died in our nation's service.   It was first observed on May 30, 1868. That's a loooong time ago so if it's been observed for that many years, it must be important.

So all of us horses here are going to have a minute of silence and hang our heads down low to honor all of our service men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice for us so we are free to lope over our pastures and have hay and grain to eat. Thank you.

Story bought a bugle off of eBay so she could play Taps, but without thumbs she had a real hard time hitting the notes. So just pretend Taps is  playing in the background.

May 19, 2008

What a weekend I had! Saturday I hardly had any time to myself because human came out to the farm early. I should have known something was up right then. But being the sweet and agreeable mare that I am, I let her catch me. We rode for awhile and it was kind of nice because it was a gorgeous morning. But after riding, she walked me into the wash rack instead of back out in the pasture and I had to have a bath. Then I got clipped and got my mane banded. Usually I like being pampered and all that attention but human takes awhile clipping and banding, I must say. It gets very tiresome. 

So maybe about 2 p.m., I got put in my stall. And I had to stay there until the next morning. I was going crazy! Story kept telling me to calm down and just deal with it, but she doesn't realize how claustrophobic I am. Luckily the humans came early Sunday morning to rescue me but instead of the pasture, I got put in a trailer and hauled to a horse show.

Lots of us went –– Story, Smokey, Ebby, Austin, Du EE, Bok, Bravo, Dicey, Tucker, Merlin, Boomer, and Kirovv. And we met Cameo, Tubby, and Scarlet there. We did some classes, but we also got to perform our drill-team routine. It was so exciting to trot into that strange arena with the music going and a big audience watching us. We all behaved like pros for the most part and our humans said we did real good. The best part was the applause we received when we did our windmill. I was ready to sign autographs after, but no one came up and asked me. They were probably too shy to come up to such a big star. 

And old friends showed up. Sundae's humans, Catherine, Liz, and Major Art, suprised us with a visit. I haven't heard my human yell that loud since I stepped on her foot last time she banded my mane. I guess she was glad to see them. I overhead that Sundae's doing flying lead changes – I'm impressed. And it sounds like Art isn't being deployed to Afghanistan this summer, which is wonderful news for his family.

The best part of the whole show was during my last class. The class hadn't quite started so I decided to shake my head to make sure my forelock looked good. And guess what happened – my  bridle came flying off my head! I was so surprised that I opened my mouth and the bit fell out and my pretty show bridle ended up in the dust. I guess I have to take back my previous comment about how slow my human is because that old gal came flying off me and got that bit in my mouth and the bridle back on my head before I really realized what had happened. And somehow she got that big old butt of hers back up and in my saddle. We didn't get a ribbon in the class, but she got my respect for dealing with the unexpected. I'll have to put my thinking cap on for something else I can do to challenge her.

We didn't get back to the farm until almost 7 p.m. And as confining as my stall was the night before, I sure was glad to see that little box of heaven with my very own water bucket and grain and hay waiting for me. What a weekend I had!

May 14, 2008

Today's a very special day, yes it is. It's Story's birthday.
 
I asked her what she's got planned for her big day and Story said she's going to have a mani/pedi with Chuck, her farrier. Then she'll have a massage/adjustment with Dr. Shanie, her chiro. And perhaps a mudbath to keep that youthful glow. And Story's really hoping that we get to go back out in the pasture and eat grass. That's the best birthday present ever!

Happy birthday, Story! Hay, hay Story. We're gonna party like it's your birfday. Sip apple cider like it's your birfday. We're gonna party like it's your birfday. And we don't care 'cuz it's your birfday!

May 11, 2008

Guess what – I'm a star! Well, me and 19 other horses are. We performed our drill team routine yesterday to a sold-out crowd at Belezaire and it was fun! My human said I did really good. Yep, I didn't spook at all and just went through the routine like it was just a normal practice.

But it wasn't a normal practice – we had 20 horses in the outdoor arena! Except for the dust we kicked up, it was way exciting to be riding around with all my friends. And we were being videotaped! I kept smiling at the cameras as we came around the corner. I hope they got my good side.

And then at the end, our audience applauded! Oh, how sweet a sound!!!! There's nothing better, except maybe for grain pouring into your feed bucket.

May 3, 2008

Got an e-mail from Garth. He left the farm a couple days ago and we were wondering how he was doing. We definitely missed him at drill-team practice last night. You should have been there, Garth, it was awesome! We got to trot through the gate and then trot back out of it. And the gate stayed open during our routine –– I kept eyeing it and tried to make a bolt for it a couple times, but my human convinced me to stay inside the arena and keeping trotting to the music. 

Anyway, here's Garth's e-mail:

"Hay, Pippi –
 
It's Garth here.  Thought I should let the herd know that I've made it to my summer home just fine and that my two little pony friends here were really thrilled to see me.  I was a bit upset to be leaving all my wonderful friends at Belezaire (my winter home), and I hope everyone will manage to get along without me there.  I'm especially hoping that Austin takes pity on Jake – it's always tough being the new gelding in the pen and Jake seems like a good guy.

Of course, I think that every horse is a good friend.  Even you, Pippi. Though sometimes when you lay those cute little ears of yours flat against your head, I kind of get the idea that maybe you don't like me as much as I like you. Then again, maybe I'm just imagining things. I'm good at that.
 
Anyway, I sure would appreciate it if you'd pass the word around that things are great here (there's all the grass I can eat – if only my human would open the gate more often – two ponies to boss around, and I get to go in the barn or outside whenever I want), and I've been told that I'll get to visit my friends at Belezaire often.  So . . . see you soon!
 
Garth

PS.  That green grass sure tastes good.  Shall I have a mouthful for you, Pippi?"

Yeah, Garth, you do that. Have some grass for me. And while you're eating grass, I'll be watching your grass belly grow and grow. Snicker, nicker, nicker!

May 1, 2008

Story read my blog and asked me if I'd been smoking my hay instead of eating it. Guess she doesn't think that I'm Kentucky Derby material. I told her it was a dream of mine when I was a little filly, but she just nickered at me. Nobody understands me.

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