OK, so I’ve been a little lazy over the past six months, spending most of my time grazing and enjoying the warm weather of the Texas Gulf Coast. So, I’m a horse. What did you expect? The grass was tall and sweet and, although some days were really hot, my mistress saw to it that Ziggy and I got regular baths to wash away the salt and keep our coats nice and shiny. The trees provided plenty of shade but little shelter from the rain (our previous shelter got blown away in a big wind storm, although I think our mistress has plans to replace it. She’s been measuring our stalls over and over again, so I know something is in the works.)
This Fall Ziggy and I got two new pasture buddies: Okie (Okies Cash Quixote) and Sneaky (Okies QB Sneak). They’re good eggs, although Sneaky is afraid of the dogs and keeps running off. I told him not to run but to stand his ground and pretend he’s going to kick them or strike them. The dogs are smart, they’ll back off. He’s doing better, but still trots around and around, especially when Buster, the young one, tries to chase him.
Well, Christmas has come and gone and we all got our Christmas treats. Our mistress bakes them special, and they are goooood! The farrier came Christmas Eve, so our hooves all look good, but we also got a mouthful of dewormer. Yuck! I know, I know, it’s for our own good, but I don’t have to like it. I’m not like Okie who always wants more. He’s weird.
