The weather has been horrid so Mom and I haven't had many adventures. And now I'm all wooly and funny looking so no pictures.
We have had so much rain this acorn season. And now Hou and I are convinced that we are dying. Dying I tell you. I think I'll call the ASPCA. I have them on speed dial you know. We have been removed from the pasture. Mom claims that it won't be there in the spring if we are out in it any longer. Sure we have the paddock and as much hay as we can eat, but we're dying. Mom says we'll get lots of hand grazing but we don't believe her. So what if we'll eat the already drowned grasses to the dirt, we want the grasses!
And to add insult to injury, due to my flinging myself to the ground fad The Gail, Fixer of Bony Bits is coming tomorrow. BAH! I think I'll think of naughty things to do to the humans.
2 comments:
The chiropractor should be a nice treat. Maybe if you are really good while your boney bits get fixed you can go out and eat grass.
Stay warm...it is -2 here this morning and I have to wear a tarp
Have a merry Christmas
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