What do you want? Can't you see we're busy here?
When I come to get them out of the pasture for a ride, they act like I have committed some cardinal sin.
We can't see you. Therefore, you do not exist...
Nomz, nomz, nomz...
They might be onto something, though. There is something to be said for kicking back and enjoying oneself in the sun with tasty treats...
Now this is more like it. Where's my cocktail?
Although it doesn't beat riding. I guess my poor, picked-on horses will just have to suffer the inhumanity of it all...
I just finished saying that the horses don't want to be ridden any more than I want to ride.
ReplyDeleteWell, we don't have heat here as an excuse. They are just lazy ;)
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