I’m totally onboard with our fitness plan. I love to be super fit, love to go, love to show off my stamina. Please do not take this as a “back off” letter.
I’m thrilled – and astonished – that we continued to workout through the Celebration of Carrots holiday. (I know humans call this season by a bunch of other names, but trust me, all equines know ’tis Season of Carrots.)
I heard you announce you were ‘going to get a photo of me looking happy, if it killed you’. Let me spell it out. Happiness is not all, “ears forward”.
Behold: I Am Happy…
Notice my muzzle is not visible. The submerged muzzle is a key indicator to happiness in horses.
This IS my happy face. I can’t help it you know exactly what I’m thinking.
Where was I? Oh, right. Workouts.
You’re going to have to clip me. Whole body. I know it’s not supposed to be 65 degrees at the end of December. Repeat after me: Climate. Change. I’m dying here.
I’d like a manly, flashy tattoo. Motorcycle flames would rock. (I need compensation for the ‘Dressage Horse’ thing.)
BTW, Shaun sent me the photo of you wearing your new hat. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Now THIS is a donkey I can live with.
You kill me. I thought DQ’s had no sense of humor…
Please send me Dinero’s email and chat ID. I’m going to Skype on Bella’s computer. I heard Dinero is officially retired from roping (man oh man, I know how he feels). I want to stay in touch. Plus, no one does innocent sarcasm like Dinero. I need to have a buddy to help me rag on Woodward.
Please pass on to…Santa: a Mrs. Pasture’s Easy Bake Oven is a vital gift, a life-altering gift.
A new turn out blanket? Superfluous. I don’t mind the drafty old one.