Uncle Scott

My Uncle Scott coms to visit! An I taekes him for a Roxie Ride! Hooray!

He brushes all my Roxie spots an cleens my Roxie foot feets all by his self. An then he puts my saddul on too, an we goes for a ride.

Furst we go arownd in the areena. Uncle Scott is all "Hey Roxie, you is a good horse." an I is all "We shuld go jomp fenses!" an Uncle Scott is all "NOOOOOOO Roxie is a BAD!" but i know he duz not reely mean this.

Then we goes on a trail. Mom rides on my pet horse Luke. She calls him Bad Horse. He is a Bad Horse if he has to go on a trael by his self. But when a Roxie leads teh way, an holds his hoof a-cuz of he is a giant baby, he is Okay Horse.

So i carries Uncle Scott thru a field.

An I carries him thru woods.

And then I carries him on a road!

An then we go back to Horse House an i get Roxie treets. Hooray for Roxie treets!

I is a Champeeun Roxie

For liek the 6th year in a row now, I is a Champeeon Roxie.





The birds in the passture haev all voted me an my back and my Roxie buttocksie as there favrite one to ride on all day. I is a champeeon of being bird-rided.

The best things you win are the things you win for stuffs you wuld have done anyway. Such as having a reel big wide back and a awesum Roxie buttocksie.

Cusstom stuff

Mom maekes me a cusstom gurth cover. Check it owt.

It is matchy with this saddul pad.

Mom loves me. :)

An Other Burthday Present

So Mom gets me an other burthday present. I gets my own pet horse!

This is Luke.

He is mine.

He is older than me. But he is MY pet horse.

I knwo this cuz Mom tells me. I is all "Hay Mom, I duzzint need a pet horse" and Mom is all "Yes you do Roxie, you can maeke this one do all the fast running an high jomping so that you do not has to" and I is all "Ok sweet."

An then I is all "Hay Mom, can i eet his grains?" and Mom is all "yeah shure."

So this is all fine with me, to have my very own pet horse.

Luke is kind of a dweeb. Don't tell Mom tho.


He is reel smart. But he has som bad mannurs.


He goes to a Tree of Payshence. He goes there a lot. like, evury day. An he wares Horse Handcuffs a-cuz of he digs an stuff an Mom sez he must lern to stand like a good pet horse. An he trys to bite on peopel an then he gets in trubble. You wuld think a smart pet horse wuld lern how to have a mannurs. But not just yet.

Mom feeds him goop-stuff frum a tube, evry day. Maybe this will smartin him?

Mom tells me I may kick him to assist in mannur-teaching, so I do, somtimes.


This is us in our passture. It is a big nice one with lots of grass tops.

My Roxie BURTHDAY!!

Too-day is my ofishully designated Roxie BURTHDAY.
This is a good day.
This morning Mom is all "Roxie I is going to ride you" and I is all "No huh, it is my Birthday. I gets to do what I want." So Mom is all "Oh yeah, I will maek you a Roxie treet cake an brush your Roxie tail out and trim your bridel path an let you do whut EVER you want!"
Hooray!
So heer is what is for my burthday.

I gets a PEDDACURE! With foot paints an JEWWLS!

An I get all kinds of Roxie treets.

An i gets to do what I always want to do--NEKKID GRAEZING!


An I gets a BOW in my Roxie forelocksie! A PINK bow!

An I gets a new pink Roxie currie brush! Mom forgets a picsure of this tho.


An I duz MORE nekkid graezing! Yup!

An Mom draws an art portrit of me.

An i gets a Roxie Treet Cake with SEVVIN ginger snaps. Cuz I is sevvin. Ther is a brown shugar cone thing in the middel too.

Happie Burthday to me! Roxieeeeeee!

TRAVVESTY

It is a TRAVVESTY that this haltur does not come in a Roxie size. :(

Rainbow Roxie

I is a Rainbow Roxie. It is hard to see. Mom is a non-perfessional camera persin.