Maximus the melancholy

never trust a bird horse.
sure Mom told me that she'd be leasing Houston but I didn't believe her. Houston is a bird horse. he's bay and the only white on him is a killer bird on his hip. *he's a Quarter horse with a bird brand.*
so here was my morning. I was busy grazing in this little paddock (my incarceration has improved slightly. now I get outside time.) and there's Mom!!! Oh I could use a good grooming and some peppermint cookies! wait, she's walking right past me MOM I'M OVER HERE! she came over and said "Hi Max, are you being good today? I'll come play with you in a minute."
Then she took Houston out of his pasture. I was shocked. Hey, she's MY person NOT yours!! Houston looked apologetic, but next time I get the chance, I think I'll bite him.
Then I hear Mom coming out of the barn. well she comes out with Houston all tacked up and wearing MY saddle pad!!! he's definitely getting bitten. I mean hey, next he'll probably be wearing my bridle! HOW am I going to wear my bridle and gasp! put my bit in my mouth knowing that he's been there!

*this won't happen. Max's saddle, yes, but not his bit. wait till Max sees him wearing HIS saddle! :) *

they went into the indoor together and I listened all I could and you won't believe this. I heard her say "good boy"! GOOD BOY. that's mine too! she's not allowed to say that to other horses! I even heard her cheer! OH NO they had a good lesson! well fine.
then Mom and the interloper come back. Mom says "hey little buddy, I'll be there in a minute." She's grinning from ear to ear. Aunt Diane is telling her what a good job they did and what a good boy Houston is. then, oh sorrow, I hear a carrot snap. then she took the stupid bird horse to his pasture.
Mom did finally come to get me. I walked really slow and sad like. then she groomed me and curried all the shedding hair off of me. I had to make sure she still loves me so I nibbled her elbow and stared intently into her eyes. she said "oh little monkey I love you. You're my good boy" then she kissed my muzzle and shared breath with me. I even got my peppermint cookies. I guess this wasn't such a bad day after all.

I'm a BAAAD monkey!

this is dog who lies in paths. mom says he's my big brother. I say he's a wolf. he's ok for a wolf though. he just walks around and looks worried. I like to follow him around and poke him in the butt. that makes him very worried. well since the humans have incarcerated me I decided to entertain myself. dog who lies in paths came to my barn with mom the other day and I followed his butt around like usual, but this time I bit it! HAH HAH what a good trick! Mom got mad though. real mad. said something about being nice, he's an old man, yadda yadda yadda. I don't remember. but hey, I get points with the other horses cause I bit a wolf!!!

I didn't bite him hard, I just bit him enough to make him worry. so all you dogs lying in paths activists can just get off my back ok? I'm already imprisoned after all! Gah, you'd think I'd bitten a wolf or something!

I bit a WOOOOLF! I bit a WOOOOLF! neener neener neener, I bit a WOOOOLF!

stall rest

well the humans have decided to coop me up in my stall. the weather has been warm, the grass is coming back and they won't let me out! It's all that vet's fault. I was wrestling with Walter (a carthorse) and hurt my ankle again. well the vet man came and said that the people had to lock me up. I don't know how long my sentence is, but it hasn't been too bad. Mom comes every day and loves on me and grooms me and scratches all my favorite spots. then she puts boots on my front legs and walks me around to eat the clovers and fescues. (the vet man said to have the boots on all the time but I outsmarted him. I took off a boot and destroyed it. now I only have to wear them when I go out.) then we play with the magic thing. it's this green thing and when you kick it or push it with your nose grain comes out! it's really fun. almost as much fun as knocking over trash cans. almost.

Mom is also teaching me things. like "foot" and "wiggle your lip". lip wiggling is especially fun because you get cookies.