Friday, May 31, 2013

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Muhmorial Day

Ther is a poem. It is sort of sad.

“It is the Soldier, not the minister
Who has given us freedom of religion.
It is the Soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the Soldier, not the poet
Who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the Soldier, not the campus organizer
Who has given us freedom to protest.
It is the Soldier, not the lawyer
Who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It is the Soldier, not the politician
Who has given us the right to vote.
It is the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag,
Who allows the protester to burn the flag.”

Thees is pritty big ideas for a Roxie.  But I get it.

Soljers are not just into giving freedoms to hoomins. They go off an fight an die so that I may have Roxie grasses an grains and my very own hay feeld and a Mom who loves me so much.

Normally Roxies don't tell peeple what to do. But this Roxie would considder it a horseonal favor if you wuld go thank a soljer. Or a water soljer, or a air soljer, or the soljers who go in all those places.

That is all. 

Sunday, May 19, 2013

The OTHER Roxie burthday thing

So the other thing that happuns on my Roxie burthday is this. Mom is all "Hay Roxie, let us go on a TRIP!" an I is all, "Sweet, OK."

So i coms over to the fense an hangs out wile she hooks my Roxie Truck up to my Roxie Trailur and loads all my Roxie grains an saddul an stuff.  An then I gets in, an off we go!


We hauls thru weet country. See this picsure? Stare at it for like 4 hours. That was pritty much it.

Then we gets to this place where there is FENCES an DRESSAHZJ areenas. Mom walks me around a hole bunch. An she lets me graeze on all there new grasses an clovers an stuff.  

All the peeple there sees me an they is all "WOW your horse is big an byootiful an amazing and she must be a Best Horse" an Mom is all "Duh totally."

An then it starts to get dark, so she puts me inna stall with hays an waters an i sleep there.  

The next day, we does more walkings and grazings!

But evenshually I gets my Roxie saddul on, an I gets my Roxie hair did into a super cool braid.

Mom trimmed that little bit by my sholder.

Pritty cool, yeah?

It is actshully TWO braids so that i can stretch a Roxie neck. An ackshully it is THREE braids cuz my Roxie forelocksie gets this treetmint also.  

And then we goes an does dressahzj! An I is all "I don't wanna be onna bit, la la la!" But Mom is like "whatever, it is all for funsies."

And then after this dressahzj. Speaking of funsies. I gets BOOTS on an Mom gets a VEST on an I is all "Oh HECK yes" cuz this means jompings!

An we goes out in this feeld an JOMPS all thees big fences! 

Ther is video but it comes later after Mom does editing an capshuns.  For now, heer is picshures.

Waiting to start.

Getting petted!

Gallups! Let's do this!!

There is a bonch of oxers an fans an two fences i do NOT want to do cuz there is STRAW in them! But Mom is all "PLEASE ROXIE PLEASE!!!" an i is like "Well OK but I'ma jump them BIG!" An i jomps them.

All the xc video is sort of far away but. Heer is some picsures of the last fense.

Dubble cross bar!


Hello, Last Fense!


Finish line! Go go Roxie!

An peepole CLAPS an CHEERS an everyone is all "YAY for a Roxie!" 

An then i goes an gets my saddul off, an legs hosed, an i gets to eat and drink an hang out for a bit.

Then i gets my Roxie saddul back on one more time. An we does dressahzj tests an Mom is all "These is also all for funsies!" and I is all "ok!" So we does tests. Some times i is onna bit an some times I is NOT! :)

Ther is video of these also but it must wait.

Here is some picsuhres. 

All my Strechy Roxie work this winter paid off! :)

Thees tests is fun cuz there is hard moves in them.  Like i must do a Big Trot:

It needs works.  I am suppose to be onna bit for this. But it is SO HARD YOU GUYS.

Whee! Not onna bit!

Lookit my cool Roxie saddul pad. :) 

So anyways. We does two more dressahzj things. An then I is ALL DONE an I gets Good Horse stuff. Like Grains. an Clover grasses.


Clover grasses! 

An then Mom is all "LET US GO HOME" so we DID. An Prince is so happie to see me. :) So that is the end of this story.

Oh. Ther is ribbins too. I donut care for ribbins because I cannut eat these. I have stated this. But Mom seems to care for ribbins. So heer is a ribbin picsure.


Happie Roxie. :)

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Roxie burthday!

I has a Roxie burthday.
Mom is late with bloggin this for me.
That's OK tho. I still gets a treet an grain cake.

Grain caeke! I is NINE so ther is NINE carrot spise treets. And a molebottoms "R." 

I heer my caeke being delivered so heer I is.


And then I is all "OM NOM nom nom nom nom nom nom nom"

I did dressahzj erlier so i has Roxie swett marks. An also I erned this cake!

Back to nomming.  I loves my cake.

Happy burthday to Roxie! Again.

Friday, May 10, 2013

I gets a OLD MAN

So. the first night I is home. I is all by my lonesome.
There is no other horses around to look at, and this makes me a sad Roxie.
But then. My trailur leaves an I is not innit.  I knows what THIS means.
Espeshully when it coms back.  I runs arownd like a wild Roxie.

I is Roxie running! Way over on the left there. 

Trot trot trot

Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy


This is a Old Man Horse. His name is Prince.

He's all "whoa dood. Grasses!"

Prince used to be a big-time Show Horse. Now he is a big time Retired Horse an he is my buddy. :)

I'm all "C'mere! Be my Roxie frend!"


"Come HEER!"

Then we gets down to the bizness of graezing.

And the bizness of sleeping inna Sleepy Corner.

Evryone say hi to Prince!