Hello! Today, we have a guest blogger with us. He is the oft-featured companion on this blog, Ringo! I'll be transcribing his words.
Hi everyone. My mom asked me to write a blog, but since hooves and keyboards don't mesh well, she decided to transcribe my words.
mmm hay
Anyway. She asked me to talk about my thoughts on current events, what life in New York is like (after living in New York for four months), my dreams, my aspirations, and anything else.
Current Events
There has been a lot going on. Last month, Mom decided that I wasn't completely happy at my old house and decided to move me to a new house. It is apparently very close to where she lives, and she can come and visit me even more often. I have to admit I like my new house very much! My room is smaller, but it has a half wall so I can stick my head out and annoy the horse across the aisle from me. His name is Oops! and my mom laughs every time she thinks about his name. I don't understand. She says little foals shouldn't know until they grow up a little. Little foals? I take offense.
The lady at the new house says that I need to work on my manners, and so she made me trot in lots of circles the other day. My mom says that the lady is very nice and is only looking out for my best interests, but I didn't want to trot. I'd rather stand outside and sleep, but no, I had to trot in circles. My mom says that my manners are much better already, and with work I'll be as good as Teddy.
My mom has been thinking about Teddy a lot lately, and trying to find ways to improve my behavior so that I'll be as reliable as Teddy. I don't think she understands that I'm only eight years old, and Teddy was 29 when she met him. When I played with him as a baby, he was already old. She says Teddy ground tied really well, and she could leave him standing anywhere, and he wouldn't move until she told him to. I get bored too quickly. Sorry, Mom.
Mom has been shopping for something called a "browband." It has recently come to my attention that my mom is involved with a sorority, and wants to put her "letters" on one of my saddle pads. I have to object. My mom told me that many years ago, she dressed Teddy up as a dragon, and she was a princess. Now, she's looking at "browbands" with pearls and crystals. Sorry, Mom, it's not going to happen. I'm a boy, and I'm already a dancing horse. You already make me wear pink polo wraps. I don't need anything to make me girlier.
Life in New York
My mom loves my new house, and says that everyone there is so nice. She says that at the old house that I lived at when I first moved was nice, but nobody talked to her or made an effort to keep her updated on my care. She says that in just a month and half two of my halters broke, a third was shredded, and someone took my lead rope and stud chains. She says they were very inconsistent with my turnout and I didn't seem happy.
I have to say I'm much happier at my new place, and my mom says that there is a trail. Maybe when it gets warmer we can go trail riding. There is also an outdoor arena and one of the doors is right outside my stall. I don't know if I like being ridden inside much, because there is something called a "mirror" but all I see is another horse in it. I'm already wearing pink, I need to assert my manliness!
It's very cold, but I don't mind it. My mom says I have three blankets, even though I was naughty and took the leg straps off one of them. She calls me a "money pit." I think that's a good thing? It shows that she loves me.
My mom says that when we are fed in the mornings, one of the people who feeds us likes to see who puts up their ears first, me or Oops!. Whoever puts up their ears first will get hay first. I'm sorry, but I don't understand this. Why should I jump through hoops just to get hay? Although hay is very good. But when I'm hungry, I have an attitude and I'm not going to put up my ears. Maybe one of these days I'll give her a good nip to let her know that I get hay first, all the time.
My mom told me that the lady who made me trot in circles had her ride one of the school horses. She says that the horse's name is Toby and I actually go outside with him. She says that he reminds her a lot of Pete, one of my brother's friends in North Carolina. She says that she is training for a half marathon (she told me that it's similar to an endurance race, but it's all humans and they run the whole way. I don't understand the appeal. She says she'll get bananas and sushi when she finishes) but Toby wore her out more than her typical run.
Dreams and Aspirations
My mom says that it's good to dream. She says her dream is to make it to regionals, whatever that means. She says that she will start taking me to horse shows in 2015, and that she will register me with the Western New York Dressage Association. I guess that means we're staying in New York for a while. She tells me all these things that I didn't ask for, but she says that I'm good at keeping secrets. See, Mom! I'm spilling all your secrets right now! She says that when she was younger, one of her friends qualified for something called the CBLM Championships (She had to spell it out for me: Col. Bengt Ljungquist Memorial Championships) and it sparked her interest. She says that I have a lot of potential. I think it has something to do with the amount of fuzz I have.
I would originally say that my dream is to stay home and play with my brother, but I want to make my mom happy too. I guess I have two dreams - stay home and play with my brother, and also help my mom go to regionals.
Anything else?
Yeah, actually. Could you bring me more hay, please?
Hi everyone. My mom asked me to write a blog, but since hooves and keyboards don't mesh well, she decided to transcribe my words.
mmm hay
Anyway. She asked me to talk about my thoughts on current events, what life in New York is like (after living in New York for four months), my dreams, my aspirations, and anything else.
Current Events
There has been a lot going on. Last month, Mom decided that I wasn't completely happy at my old house and decided to move me to a new house. It is apparently very close to where she lives, and she can come and visit me even more often. I have to admit I like my new house very much! My room is smaller, but it has a half wall so I can stick my head out and annoy the horse across the aisle from me. His name is Oops! and my mom laughs every time she thinks about his name. I don't understand. She says little foals shouldn't know until they grow up a little. Little foals? I take offense.
The lady at the new house says that I need to work on my manners, and so she made me trot in lots of circles the other day. My mom says that the lady is very nice and is only looking out for my best interests, but I didn't want to trot. I'd rather stand outside and sleep, but no, I had to trot in circles. My mom says that my manners are much better already, and with work I'll be as good as Teddy.
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| My mom says this was Teddy. |
Mom has been shopping for something called a "browband." It has recently come to my attention that my mom is involved with a sorority, and wants to put her "letters" on one of my saddle pads. I have to object. My mom told me that many years ago, she dressed Teddy up as a dragon, and she was a princess. Now, she's looking at "browbands" with pearls and crystals. Sorry, Mom, it's not going to happen. I'm a boy, and I'm already a dancing horse. You already make me wear pink polo wraps. I don't need anything to make me girlier.
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| Mom says I look "darling" in pink. I hate her. |
My mom loves my new house, and says that everyone there is so nice. She says that at the old house that I lived at when I first moved was nice, but nobody talked to her or made an effort to keep her updated on my care. She says that in just a month and half two of my halters broke, a third was shredded, and someone took my lead rope and stud chains. She says they were very inconsistent with my turnout and I didn't seem happy.
I have to say I'm much happier at my new place, and my mom says that there is a trail. Maybe when it gets warmer we can go trail riding. There is also an outdoor arena and one of the doors is right outside my stall. I don't know if I like being ridden inside much, because there is something called a "mirror" but all I see is another horse in it. I'm already wearing pink, I need to assert my manliness!
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| One of my new friends! |
My mom says that when we are fed in the mornings, one of the people who feeds us likes to see who puts up their ears first, me or Oops!. Whoever puts up their ears first will get hay first. I'm sorry, but I don't understand this. Why should I jump through hoops just to get hay? Although hay is very good. But when I'm hungry, I have an attitude and I'm not going to put up my ears. Maybe one of these days I'll give her a good nip to let her know that I get hay first, all the time.
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| I do not put my ears forward for just anyone. |
Dreams and Aspirations
My mom says that it's good to dream. She says her dream is to make it to regionals, whatever that means. She says that she will start taking me to horse shows in 2015, and that she will register me with the Western New York Dressage Association. I guess that means we're staying in New York for a while. She tells me all these things that I didn't ask for, but she says that I'm good at keeping secrets. See, Mom! I'm spilling all your secrets right now! She says that when she was younger, one of her friends qualified for something called the CBLM Championships (She had to spell it out for me: Col. Bengt Ljungquist Memorial Championships) and it sparked her interest. She says that I have a lot of potential. I think it has something to do with the amount of fuzz I have.
I would originally say that my dream is to stay home and play with my brother, but I want to make my mom happy too. I guess I have two dreams - stay home and play with my brother, and also help my mom go to regionals.
Anything else?
Yeah, actually. Could you bring me more hay, please?
Very cute! I wonder if you miss Oops!, Ringo?
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