Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Som Peepul

Som peepul think it is OK to com and watch you in the areena and call you a boy and say “he is kyooot!” and keep sayin it evun after Mom tells them I is a Great Big Girl.
Heer is the storie.
So Mom is limpin BAD this tiem and I don’ think soffball is anythin' to do with it. She can’t much straiten her leg or bend it too far and it looks reel hurty. So I decided to be a Good Girl.
So she burshded me. I am sheddin LOTS right now. :) Soon it will be winnertime and I will be all brown agin and get to wear my bloo sheet. Anyways, mom brushded me an picked my hooves and put green leg things on my front legs so I wuld look like a Real Horse In Training. An she brushded out my foreloxie too. And then she saddled me with my Answer and my favorit pink saddul pad.
So we go to the indoor areena. Mom had me run a round a little to blow off steem as if I ever get steem. I is Roxie! Roxies don’t steem. So I did that and then I stood good next to the step stool an somhow she got on me. She had a whappin thing (no wip, hooray!) so I just decided to be good and go forward when Mom wanted forward. An she never even whapped me! Hooray! I must rememmer this, that I don’ get whapped if I just do what is asked of me, Roxie.
So anyways. I is pinging around the areena and mom is giving me loose rains and we trotted over a pole and it was fun. :)
An then we wuz doing a thing where I wuld trot an mom wuld post and then she wuld sit and I wuld do a little sirrcle and then when the sirrcle was done we wuld post-trot som more. It wuz fun and I was doing it so good! An then I see a girl watchin us. I di'int no her, I has never seen her before in my barn. But she starts sayeing things like, “He is so kyooot! What is he?” an I FELT Mom pin her eers as she was riding me! It wuz funnie.
SO Mom rided me over there an explainded that I is a girl Percheron mix horse, an that I is Roxie. And this girl starts blabbering abowt how she rides “dressage” as if that is even reelly a word an how she was a Junyor Olympeean and how she culd tell that Mom wuz riding me wrong! She sed there was somthing wrong with me cuz I didn’ wanna bend left and that Mom shuld have TIGHT RAINS on my mouf! :( And then she sed she was a Junyor Olympeean again and she rided in a place called Jermanie an she had a fancy Jerman saddul an Mom shuld ride me in that in stead of my Answer! An then she started tellin Mom that her leg was all wrong, an that she shuld know cuz she iz a Junyor Olympeean. Mom looked at her an sed “Um, I blew my Aay-Cee-Ell last week” but this “dressage” girl kep talkin an offered to give Mom “poinners” on her posishun! An then she calld me a boy agin!! I startded to get offended cuz I think Mom does just fine espeshully bein broken right now and exspeshully by not havin tight rains. Mom tryed to explane that I is a baby still and just lerning stuff but this girl wasnt a listeny sort of person so I was only too happy to trot away when Mom asked me to.
I was annoyed. But then I got som grain foods and a bunch of “good girl”s an so I pretty much fergot. Except for now, cuz i has to blog abowt it now.
Mom wuz chukkeling about this stuff later to a girl named Lee-uh who is the temperarie replacement for Hay Lady. Mom didn’t seem to offended. She thinks the girl was tryeing to be nice, altho she called the girl a DQ and I don’ know whut that is. Mebbe it is somthing bad.
Some peepul!

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

The Wip

SO I, Roxie, got lots of dayz off of be-ing rided. I think this is cuz I is a Good Girl. Or Mom is bizzy with “work” agin. Or mebbe I is keepin the grasses down in teh Big Field. Or maybe Mom is “remodeling her stoopid bathroom and its stoopid and expensive and takes too much time.” I dunno. Mom sez a lot of things.
But annyways, a cuple days ago Mom comes to ride me, Roxie. An this is OK with me. Mom always gives treets wen she comes to put my green haltur on. So she brushded me an put my Bob on me an we went owtside to the big areena. Mom got on me an I was a Good Girl for her excep when she startded askin me to trot and canner. I wuz like, “No, I don’ wanna, I forgot how to be rode!” an I pinnded my ears and made faces and wuldn’t go. I just want to walk. An reelly, what’s rong with walkin' arownd at a walk? NOTHIN.
Mom kicked a couple times and hollered a liddle an then got off me! I wuz liek, “Hooray, I win! Now is time for grain foods!” An mom led me out of the areena an I wuz happie. But then we startded goin towards my trailur. I is like, “huh, maybe we are goin sumwhere. But I still has my tacks on. This is weerd.” An mom opend the little door on the side an I thot mebbe there was grain foods in ther. An she got a black whappin thing and I sed to my Roxie self, “uh-oh, I cannot purtend anymore. I’s goin to get whapped.”
So Mom got back on and asked me for trots. An I thot may-be I could call her bluff and so I pinnded my Roxie ears and di’int trot. And then she whapped me! And I didnt heer the whappin sound! And IT HURT! It totallee hurt like a big Horse Flie bite. I trottded THEN, I ashure you. An she asked me to canner and I hadda do that too! Tuirns out this wasn’t a whappin thing, it was a WIP. Wips are like whappin things with a stinger on the end and you get stung with it! :-(

I haet wips. I wuz NOT that brattie and I surtinly did not desurve a wip.

>:(

That is all.