Back to work!
It has been many hay-and-grains since I wrote to my humans. There was a problem with the fence charger, ergo, I had no power to update my journal.
I bet you did not know that a horse would know the meaning of 'ergo'. I don't know what it means. I just know how to use it in a sentence.
I did not like this melting-season. There was much mud. Dumb white horse likes the mud. I do not. Mud makes squishy-sucky noises on my hooves. And it feels suspiciously like *puddles*. I hate and fear puddles. Sometimes they are deep. I knew a thoroughbred once who stepped into a puddle, fell right in, and disappeared. I think he wound up in New Zealand. That's where puddles go.
Actually, I did not *know* this thoroughbred, but an Appendix Quarterhorse who boarded at my old barn for a summer was friends with a Percheron-Tennessee-Walking-Horse cross (which is just *wierd*) who knew a Shetland who lived in the stall across from where the Thoroughbred used to live before he fell to New Zealand. So I'm pretty sure it's true.
That's why I stay away from puddles. I don't want to go to new Zealand. I don't think I even like shrimp. Although Joust-Boi put an Australian Saddle on me once. That's pretty close to shrimp.
So. Melting-Season is over. Apollo is still shedding enough to make a pony.
I took my team of humans to show off my skills for humans in another place. There were big green hills. I heard Joust-Boi say New York. I think that is where we were. My new black and purple moomoo looks really dashing on me. Now I match Becca Joust Girl. She went to the show too. She held the big stick and wore all the clanky-clanks while I ran at Joust-Boi and Apollo. She has become a very good human. She learned her job very well. Apollo did a good job too. He ran in a straight line very well. He doesn't like Joust-Boi too much, though. I told him that he must be patient with humans. They learn slowly.
Joust-Boi and Becca-girl were there, and so was bear-human and frowning girl and yellow-hair girl and red-hair girl and maneless human too. And there were many other humans there to see us. We are famous celebrities. I think I am even more famous now than I was when I won the Grand Nationals.
Jedi stayed home, as did bigdumbwhitehorse. Jedi is still learning his new job. Becca-Joust-Girl spends a lot of time with him. It makes me mad. It makes me want to stomp sometimes.
But I like Jedi. He and I are friends. We graze together. He talks a lot, though. Even when no one is listening. He still talks. That must be because he is part Percheron. He says he will be black when the hot-season comes. I guess we will wait and see.
We all went to the shoe-human. I have new shoes in the front for the Joust game. The big horses do not have shoes. I do not know why. Maybe their feet already weigh too much.
Last week the DOCTORNEWTON came to the farm with a bag full of needles!!! I heard her screeching out words as she stabbed the other horses over and over. She screeched "Ensefalitis!" and "Raybees" and "WesNile!" and "Potomack" as she stabbed them. Bigdumbwhitehorse just stood there. But he used to be a junkie. Needles don't bother him.
When the DOCTORNEWTON got to me, I was ready!! Joust boy was helping her. Clearly She had entranced him. Probably because she is a mare with a yellow mane. I don't know. Or maybe she threatened him. He was holding my head, and she tried to stab me, but I was too quick for her! I hooked her legs with my front leg, knocked her down, pulled Joust-Boi on top of her and ran away!!!! I'm smart. But the yard has a fence, so they caught me. My neck hurt for 3 days. Joust-Boi must have felt guilty because he betrayed me for a mare. He apologized and fed me my grain by hand for three days.
That's it. The only other amazing thing to report is that I had Hay and Grain for dinner!!!!
I hope there's more for breakfast.
I bet you did not know that a horse would know the meaning of 'ergo'. I don't know what it means. I just know how to use it in a sentence.
I did not like this melting-season. There was much mud. Dumb white horse likes the mud. I do not. Mud makes squishy-sucky noises on my hooves. And it feels suspiciously like *puddles*. I hate and fear puddles. Sometimes they are deep. I knew a thoroughbred once who stepped into a puddle, fell right in, and disappeared. I think he wound up in New Zealand. That's where puddles go.
Actually, I did not *know* this thoroughbred, but an Appendix Quarterhorse who boarded at my old barn for a summer was friends with a Percheron-Tennessee-Walking-Horse cross (which is just *wierd*) who knew a Shetland who lived in the stall across from where the Thoroughbred used to live before he fell to New Zealand. So I'm pretty sure it's true.
That's why I stay away from puddles. I don't want to go to new Zealand. I don't think I even like shrimp. Although Joust-Boi put an Australian Saddle on me once. That's pretty close to shrimp.
So. Melting-Season is over. Apollo is still shedding enough to make a pony.
I took my team of humans to show off my skills for humans in another place. There were big green hills. I heard Joust-Boi say New York. I think that is where we were. My new black and purple moomoo looks really dashing on me. Now I match Becca Joust Girl. She went to the show too. She held the big stick and wore all the clanky-clanks while I ran at Joust-Boi and Apollo. She has become a very good human. She learned her job very well. Apollo did a good job too. He ran in a straight line very well. He doesn't like Joust-Boi too much, though. I told him that he must be patient with humans. They learn slowly.
Joust-Boi and Becca-girl were there, and so was bear-human and frowning girl and yellow-hair girl and red-hair girl and maneless human too. And there were many other humans there to see us. We are famous celebrities. I think I am even more famous now than I was when I won the Grand Nationals.
Jedi stayed home, as did bigdumbwhitehorse. Jedi is still learning his new job. Becca-Joust-Girl spends a lot of time with him. It makes me mad. It makes me want to stomp sometimes.
But I like Jedi. He and I are friends. We graze together. He talks a lot, though. Even when no one is listening. He still talks. That must be because he is part Percheron. He says he will be black when the hot-season comes. I guess we will wait and see.
We all went to the shoe-human. I have new shoes in the front for the Joust game. The big horses do not have shoes. I do not know why. Maybe their feet already weigh too much.
Last week the DOCTORNEWTON came to the farm with a bag full of needles!!! I heard her screeching out words as she stabbed the other horses over and over. She screeched "Ensefalitis!" and "Raybees" and "WesNile!" and "Potomack" as she stabbed them. Bigdumbwhitehorse just stood there. But he used to be a junkie. Needles don't bother him.
When the DOCTORNEWTON got to me, I was ready!! Joust boy was helping her. Clearly She had entranced him. Probably because she is a mare with a yellow mane. I don't know. Or maybe she threatened him. He was holding my head, and she tried to stab me, but I was too quick for her! I hooked her legs with my front leg, knocked her down, pulled Joust-Boi on top of her and ran away!!!! I'm smart. But the yard has a fence, so they caught me. My neck hurt for 3 days. Joust-Boi must have felt guilty because he betrayed me for a mare. He apologized and fed me my grain by hand for three days.
That's it. The only other amazing thing to report is that I had Hay and Grain for dinner!!!!
I hope there's more for breakfast.