One of the things about being a horse is that even when it is dark or windy or snowy or rainy, you just keep on doing horse stuff.
For the past two days, it’s been windier than a 50-pound bag of whistling lips. I’m glad I’m a horse, because I am heavy and the wind can’t blow me away. I don’t think I’d like it if the wind picked me up and blew me to, like, Kansas or something. I don’t really know where Kansas is, but I bet their carrots do not taste as good as the ones here at my house.
This is what my mane looks like:
I’ve decided my mom needs a different name in this blog. “Mom” sounds not quite right for her, and I’ve never called her that, anyway. I think from now on I’ll call her Haley, since that’s her name. We’re more pals than we are mother and horse, anyway.
That’s all for today. We haven’t really done anything together, me and Haley, since Friday, because of this dang wind. Maybe tomorrow we’ll go for a ride or something, and I’ll post about that. In the meantime, happy trails!