I is. Mom says. Heer is why.
First Mom comes an gets me out of my round bale SO ERLY. But there is more hay in my trailur so is cool.
Then we goes to a place that is a show place. This place has Other Horses. An areenas. And JOMPS.
An I jomps them.
Check me out.
I is Roxie and I is FLYIN.
I is a sqware hunter horse.
Then I goes an rests for a while, an then I goes an jomps the saeme fences.
Mom is not laying on my Roxie neck. At leest, not as bad as it looks heer.
I is Best Roxie.
Then we rests more. Then ther is a Flat Class wher I is a pritty Roxie.
Mom taekes us in with a loose gurth. >:\ Lookit.
I is onna bit.
I don’t WANNA be onna bit. >:(
Heer is Mom being all “LOLwhut” cuz the class peeple called for a change an Mom didn’t heer it cuz of no lowd speekers. She is seeing whut other persins is doing. One persin halted, one persin walked, one persin circulled at a trot. So, huh.
Also, um, Mom. Your stirops is still totalee jumping length.
Then ther is Line Up.
Mom loves me. :)
Heer is us, hangin out in Line Up.
Us som more.
Mom is all givin me loves. Cuz I is a Best Roxie horse.
I gets all the pets too.
Heer is Mom givin I Love You spanks to my Roxie Buttocksie.
Heer is proof that Mom is a nice Mom. She duz not make my Roxie pink nose band all tite. See?
There is no Roxie ribbin for this Flat Class. There is ovviously some mistaeke. Maybe the show peeples forgets to order one.
Oh wells. Heer is me back by my trailur with my Roxie cooler on.
Mom is all “who is a best Roxie” an then poking me. So, it is me. Duh.
Then we gets in the trailer an goes for a ways an then gets out where Jassper lives!
Heer is me hangin out with Jassper’s brother Alexandre. He is a big pritty horse with a big long foreloxie just like mine.
Mom gets my saddul back on. But no bridle. Just my lether Roxie halter an green Roxie reins.
Ther is a hole bunch of deers down ther.
Then we goes thru a place wher all thees small birds is all “EXPLODE!” an “FLY FLY FLY CHIRP FLY!” Jassper explodes too, but he goes in a big bunch of direckshuns all at once an ends up not relly going any wher. I do not care abowt birds becuz hay, they ride me sometimes.
Oh! An we also sees BIG birds. Turkee birds. They runs away, tho.
Then we gets to a fense an Meegan is all “Jassper go thataway” an she points an he DOES it! Good Jassper!
Then ther is a TRAIL CORSE at Jassper’s house!
We goes an walks thru TIRES, an over a TARP, an onna MATTRISS, an a BRIDGE, an thru this whappy thing! Look!