Haiku

Mah fluffy belleh
Pointy withers up top, though
Bareback? If you dare!

Decision

NO! I will not walk over there in the one corner of the new ring. Ask me again tomorrow.

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.

Your Carrots, Give Them to Me

LOLZ

Question

What is a pimp, exactly?

Out of Town

I apologize for not having wrote to you in a while. I have been out of town at Hanging Rock State Park for part of the times. We got onto the trailer and rode all the way up there and walked all the way to the river and back. I have got a Responsibility. Responsibility is when you walk calmly along the trail up and down the hills and across the streams and roads and railroad track, past the dogs, past the deers, near the gun shots, past other horses you don't know, so that your editor who has never been on a trail ride before ever, much less a 30-mile trail ride, does not freak out. It is okay, though, to canter a little bit on the way back. More pictures to come so check back, yeah.

That's How I Roll

The farrier paid me a surprise visit today, during which I held up all mah feets no problemo! I got nice new shoes, yeah. I have been thinking and maybe I was wrong about this whole foot thing.

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.

WARNING! DANGER!

Stay away from the far side of the riding ring. There is a large red and green object lurking in the grass. It has not moved yet, but be on the alert. There is also an irregularly shaped ornamental pond with tall grass growing up out of it. Not only does the grass wave to and fro, it does not appear to be edible.

The Devastation!

One of mah trees has blown down. I loved that tree. I also love the tiny green leafs on the ends of the tree branches, which are now accessible to me.

I am nearly inconsolable.

Shopping List

Saturday is grocery shopping day.

24-Hour Bug

I didn't feel so hot yesterdays. I'd like to thank everybody who came to check on me, today I feel much better.

Som Kind of World Record

I have held up all mah feets for like, three days in a ROW now.

Big Deal

TODAY I PICK UP EACH ONE OF MAH FEETS AND HOLD IT UP FOR CLEANING.

Mutton Bustin'

Young Jack made it to the finals of mutton bustin' at the horse show last Friday. He did not win in the finals but did get some cash money and is now a professional sheep rider. Congratulations!

Player Haters

I couldn't pull in the big pull on account of there only being one of me and on account of mah being a mule. It's all right, I got to take a ride on the trailer and eat some strange grass.

I also got a new harness with CHROMES and I am going to Mule Days, yeah. See you there.

I Got Dibs on This Hay

Call the Pet Authorities

Sometimes when somone is standing around being brushed, etc., other people feel the need to touch them in certain spots. Personal, private spots that are not normally exposed. That's right, I'm talking about the hoof.

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.

I Got a Friend

I got a friend. His name is Lester. ----> Having no editor of his own, he has asked me to post this photo. Ladies, if you're interested, let me know. I can hook you up.

Taking It Back Old School

<--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.