Thursday, November 13, 2008


So i missed bloggin on Vedderans Day. That is the day where evryone is quiet for a liddle bit an thinks about all the horses and peeoples who fight in wars and die in wars. Wars, in caese you aren't aware, is wen people fight with othur people for reesons I, Roxie, don' unnerstand. Maybe they fight abowt food. I wuld get angry and stompy over food, if sum one wanted to taek it frum me. Unless sum one is Roommate Horse. I guess we haev wars over food. But she wins cuz she is bitey. But some times i win cuz i eat faster! Ha ha!
But any wayz, humans haev wurse wars than that cuz there is lots of pain and dying, not just kicks and bites. Not just humans die, but horses too. Horses has been in wars for ever. Heer is a song, it is one of Mom's favorites, wher a Canadiun guy name-ded "Corb Lund" sings abowt horses in war thru hisstory. There is a Percheron in it:

I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman
Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo
I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run
I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through

I's with Custer and the 7th, ‘76 or ‘77
Scalped at Little Big Horn by the Sioux
And the tears and devastation of a once proud warrior nation
This I know ‘cause I was riding with them too

And I drank mare's blood on the run when I rode with the Great Khan
On the frozen Mongol steppe while at his height
And I's a White Guard, I's a Red Guard, I's the Czar's own palace horse guard when Romanov was murdered in the night

And I knew Salah al-Din and rode his swift Arabians
Harassing doomed crusaders on their heavy drafts
And yet I rode the Percheron against the circling Saracen
And once again against myself was cast

I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman
Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo
I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run
I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through

Well I've worn the Mounties crimson, if you're silent and you listen
You'll know that it was with them that I stood
When Mayerthorpe, she cried, as her four horsemen died
Gunned down in scarlet, coldest blood

I's the firstest with the mostest when I fought for Bedford Forrest
Suffered General Wilson's Union raid
Mine was not to reason why, mine was but to do or die
At Crimea with the charging Light Brigade

On hire from Swiss or Sweden, be me Christian, be me heathen
The devil to the sabre I shall put
With a crack flanking maneuver, I'm an uhlan alles uber
Striking terror into regiment of foot

Well I knew my days were numbered when o’er the trenches lumbered
More modern machinations c'est la guerre
No match for rapid fire or the steel birds of the sky
With a final rear guard action I retreat
No match for barbed wire or the armored engines' whine
Reluctant I retire and take my leave

Today I ride with special forces on those wily Afghan horses
Dostum’s Northern Alliance give their thanks
And no matter defeat or victory, in battle it occurs to me
That we may see a swelling in our ranks

Well I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman
Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo
I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run
I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through
I’m a horse soldier, eternal, through and through

I’s with the Aussies at Beersheba took the wells so badly needed
And with the Polish lancers charging German tanks
Saw Ross' mount shot down at Washingtown the night we burned the White House down
And cursed the sack of York and sons of Yanks

It is sad wen horses die. And peoples too. Mom has a bruther who go's to war. He went wonce but he caem back ok, at leest in his body anyway. He caeme back with medduls, which is liek Horse Show Ribbins but u can onlee get them for being brave, an having people shoot guns at you. He go's back to war agin soon, i guess, an fights. I think it is so that i can have foods. Maybe he will ride me, Roxie, before he go's. I wonnder if that wuld maek him a Horse Soldier.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Teck-no Roxie

I totallee put a new hedder picshure on my Roxie blog. Yup.

Poor Mom!

Did you all know ther is a thing called "serjery" an it means a Human Vet CUTS YOU OPIN!?

I haddnt seen Mom for a few dayz an then she coms out today to bring grain foods! Hooray! It is rainding somethin awful an i wuz standin in my Roxie shed in Horse Prison tryin to keep my Fashun Coat dry. Not kleen, cuz mud is fun. :-) Just dry.

So Mom coms out an brings me grain foods an she is limpin a LOT an she telld me she had a "serjery" an a man cut her leg opin! I guess this is to make you bedder but it seems liek it wuld make you wurse. she sed she sleeped thru it cuz they give you stuffs in your bludd that maek you sleepy. But wen it is over they haev drilled holes in your BONES and taken things out of your leg and put other things in your leg! It sounded terruble. But ackshully i was nomming grain foods and not reelly lissening cuz hey, I is starving.

So i looked up frum grain foods and Mom was gone. :-( But she will be back soon, i bet, and riding me arownd and calling me Good Girl in no time.

In the meen wile, heer is a picshure from the other day. Mom feeded me a carrot that was old like Roommate Horse an i gess when carrots get old, they get . . . bendy.


I still eatded it an it was still so yummy tasty.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Puffy Roxie Fashun Coat

just in caes you all were wonnering about Puffy Roxie Fashun Coat, here is a close-up:


I wuz sheddin at the tiem to make more rooms for it. This Coat will get much Puffier befor it shedds owt in Spring-time again.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

All kinds of new stuffs

As I, Roxie, preeviusly menshunned, i has New and Improved Grain Foods. Mom got me new grains an she got Roommate Horse som VERY yummy new Old Horse Food.
Heer is my new grain food. It is Ots. These Ots is crimped, wich i think meens a mashine chews 'em first so it maeks your Roxie life eesier.


Roommate Horse's Old Horse Food is all full of vite-a-mins an oils and moll-asses. It is DELISHUS but i only gets a liddle bit of it cuz I is not an Old Horse. Although i wish i was, cuz it is SO so yummie.

Old Horse Foods

Heer is my grain frum Sunday. I get grain foods after i is rided:


It is mostlee Ots an a hoof-full of Old Horse Food and some extra vite-a-mins. An Flex Free which is good for my Roxie jointz. I gotded this evun tho it is Roommate Horse's cuz i cannered a whole bunch and cannered over rails on the grownd. Oh, an ther is corn oils for to make my Roxie coat all shiny.

I also gotded a bran-new saddul pad that i will modull for you:


who is Bettie Boops anyways?