So Houston has a puffy ankle. I don't care but apparently Mom does. So she comes out of the feed room with this gooey yummy treat that had molasses and oats and alfalfa cube bits. I knew it was for me. Of course it was for me! Right?! So I tried to eat it. Mom popped me on the nose! Can you believe it? It was for Houston! She said it had medicines in it for Houston's puffy ankle. Whose name do you think is on the molasses jar? Mine! That means all molasseses are mine. Not Houston's. So while he was eating MY molasses I walked under his neck. Right before my withers got to his jaw BAM I raised my head and CHOMP went his teeth! HA HA HA!!! That was so funny I asked Mom for some of MY molasses. She popped me on the nose again! And she said something about being nice to my brother or something. I don't know, I wasn't listening.
I did get to lick molasses off Mom's hand, but it just wasn't the same.
2 comments:
Maximus,
Sorry you are having to share your molasses...so not far.
I have learned that sharing is a good thing because it makes your human happy and they do nice things for you. Huston's leg should get better soon.
You can always fake being lame to get your own special molasses.
Have a Merry Christmas
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