Gesst Blog Frum a Forriner

I is hosting a gesst blog. Willem is a forrin horse, from Jermanie. He has writed a Crismas list an i think all horse peepul shuld read it! He has a axscent. So his spelling is purty bad, like mine!

Here it goez:

Willem's List of What Horses REALLY Want for Christmas:

Hallo every boddie, Willem here! You proberbly haff seen mein picture
on die internet, I be verrie famouse. If you haff liffed on Mars or
some thing, und you don't nott to know me, I be Coreene her horse. I
be VERRIE HANDSOME und I be ein chestnut Hanoverian und I be 19 und I
be verrie tall, I be 17.2HH und I write prettie good English.

Any how, mannie off your horse friends und me, we haff emailed each
other und this it be wot we want und don't nott to want for der
Christmas:

1. Giff us mannie karroten. This is be carrots auf Deutsch. It don't
nott to matter wot you think, we can eat mannie karroten at die same
time. Like ten pounds at least. At once. Don't nott to skimp, this it
don't nott to be in der Christmas spirit.

2. Giff us ein promise off one apfel per day for die whole year. I
like to eat mein apfels in two bites, but mein mannie girl mare
friends, they like it best wenn you cut them upp in mannie little
pieces.

3. Stand under our mouth so der clothing can catch die apfel spit.

4. Giff us ein box off C&H Pure Cane Sugar cubes. We need TEN cubes
per day. If you be saying "ten only" at die end, then we don't nott
to haff to bother counting und we know you don't nott to be giffing
us no more this day. Wenn the box it be empty, buy more. Don't nott
to let any no-sugar days happen.

5. Get ein massage with ein horse chiropractor. I like this mit die
girl chiropractors die best becose I don't nott to like mannie men
except for mein grandpa, he be Coreene her daddy.

6. Giff us die same loff wot we giff you. We loff you verrie much und
it don't nott to be nice if you don't loff us die same. Don't nott to
make us do things wot make our feets hurt.

Don't nott to buy no ugly ass things for us to wear und then say it
be a present for us, it don't nott to be, it be for you.

Verrie Happie Christmas und Happie Chanukah und Happie Kwanzaa und
Happie Every Thing Else und Happie New Year.

Loff, Willem

I be a German horse und this be straight from mein mouth.

I givvded an other lessin!

This tiem i is teeching a GURL!

Frum whut i can unnerstand this girl is Marissa an she is my Mom's sister. They has the same sire and dam as eech other. This girl is a little tiny person and she LOVDED me. She brushed and brushed me an telld me how pritty I, Roxie, is. an i mugged on her for treets but Mom sed no. :-(



An then she gets on an rides me! She knows to sit up an look wher she is goin, wich is nice cuz it is a hard thing for me, Roxie, to teech.



she is funnie. She wants to go fast all the time an Mom is like, "whutever, go ahed and try!" So i trottded arownd some but only after tiny Marissa person whapped me with the reins. She wuz a little floppy on me but reelly not too bad, she is a tiny persin so it doesn't matter wen she bownces. I think the stirops were too long for her cuz she is small. Mebbe next time Mom will use a diffrint saddul.

Marissa THANKDED me, Roxie, after she rided me. this is novel. Mom nevur thanks me. >:(



I is a good teechur.

Yup.

i winned an award

Janet Roper givded me an award! her blog is here. I luvvs her blog cuz she unnerstands the importence of commoonicaeting with us animals. We have lots to say, just no words, unless we is bloggin. And most of us isn't bloggin. so Janet Roper duz good work. :-)



I need to figger owt how to pass this award along.

Ribbins

So I wuz axed if I, Roxie, has been in a show. In fact, I has been in TOO shows. I will tell you abowt them.

Both shows happund a long tiem ago wen I was three. I is gonna be FIVE in the spring time so this is a long tiem. The first one was strange. I getted in the trailur and goed to a big place called a Fair Grownd and ther is a whole BARN full of other horses an I don’t know any of them. Mom knowed them and knowed all of there peeple too. I goed in a big box stall where you hadd to step UP to get into it, just like a trailur. I got lots of hay an water tho so it wasn’t prison or any thing.

After some eeting, Mom putded my Answer saddul on an we went to a strange areena with other horses in it being rided. This is only the second time I had been rided at a place that wuz not my own barn. So I looked arownd at every thing and wiggled away from other horses and went sideways at the big tower. Ther was no one watching tho. So Mom laffed and we rided arownd an then I went back in the stall for food and beddtime. Hooray!

Then the next day was more of the same, only this time ther was LOTS of horses and lots of people standin arownd watching. And ther was peepul in the tower too! But I has seen the tower and the fences and the cornurs and the garbidge cans and stuff the day befor so it wuz cool. So we goed in the ring and walked and trottded and then turned arownd and walked and trottded some more. And then we goed and standed still in the centur of the arena and they called my naem, sort of, and we goed up to a little child person and got a red ribbin! I don’ know what this red ribbin means but it means mom petded me a lot and her frends cheerd and clapped so it must be somthin good. An then we did the same thing again a little bit later, and they sed my naem, sort of, again, only this time they said it first of all the horses! And I got a BLOO ribbin! Hooray for Roxie! An then we waited a little bit more an did it one more time, only this time we lined up and waited turns and then trottded over som poles on the grownd. I, Roxie, knows how to do this but I goed a little crooked cuz it was funnie. An then they call naemes again and I gets another red ribbin! I is the best horse! Mom wuz very happie and givded me lots of treets and pets and then I goed home! Hooray for me!

The second show happend in the fall and I is very used to being taeken places and rided by now. It is basicly the same except Mom puts my wessturn saddle on and wears a goofy thing on her head and we walk, trot and CANNER this tiem. I wuz not verry good at cannering yet so mom carried a whappin thing cuz spurs make me stop cuz I haet spurs. I is very good and I gets 2 yellow ribbins even though I, Roxie, is MUCH faster than the other horses and shuld get bloo ribbins as I was the best mover. Mom sed so. Yup. We were not at that show for verry long cuz I guess they told Mom she culdn’t have a whappin thing. Good. I wish they would com tell her that wen she rides me other places too!

So that is my show ca-rear. So far. I think Mom has more fun in the English saddul so my necxt show will probably be in that one.

Oops

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.

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.