Saturday, April 28, 2007
I don't mind if you lean over and open the gate while sitting on my back. I got no problems with that. Just watch your knees because I am going to bust through once you swing it open.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
You know what is scary? When stuff is not where it is supposed to be, that's what. Like when you're coming out of the pasture and you look up and all of a sudden there's a big pile of feed bags and Rubbermaid boxes full of blankets and whatnot all up in the middle of the driveway. If somone were to put his ears straight up and stand on his tiptoe, you really couldn't blame him.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
I also got a new harness with CHROMES and I am going to Mule Days, yeah. See you there.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Sometimes there is a crowd of people sitting around watching and laughing while two people gang up on the one person, who just happened to be minding his own business when sombody came out and dragged him off the hay pile.
I know a guy that happened to one time.
Monday, April 2, 2007
Sunday, April 1, 2007
<--Here I am, doing what I do best. I really like this picture because in it, I look smaller than I really am and my editor looks larger than she really is. That will teach her to call me fat.
I spent a long time working for some Amish people, who, despite their claims of a simple, godly lifestyle, promptly sent me down to auction in North Carolina once I hit age 17 or so.
I was a good mule. I could pull. I could pull anything. Plows, wagons, heavy logs. Time took a toll on my body. My shoulders are shrunk up because my old owners wouldn't buy me a collar that fit. But, as my therapist says, I got to let the past go. I have got it good now. I don't miss the past. I am glad to live in a place that believes in the internal combustion engine. I like it when people bring me hay and treats on the four-wheeler, yeah. I like living in the 21st century. I like to see people wearing clothes that are colored. If I had known before that people could be this nice, I don't think I could have stood it where I used to be.
And now I have a nice brown collar that fits me perfectly and a whole set of harness all to myself. Today after carrying my editor around in the ring for, like, EVER (ed. note: Our ride lasted 15 minutes), Cowboy hitched me to a little plow and I pulled it around. Hmph, it was light as a feather. ("Paul! You look *slim*!" everyone says to me.) You know what? Mah ears flopped back and forth and I liked it. I say, and I think Cowboy agrees, that plowing is most enjoyable when you do it for funs and not for necessity.
Regardless, we are all going to the big horse show next Saturday and enter the weight pulling contest. I got to show those young fools how it is done. First, though, I need a haircut, another bath and som of that stuff in a can that makes your hair shiny. Sombody has got to polish my harness, too.