I am Precious and my horse's name is Pretty Boy. Those are our barn names. That is what we get called on an everyday basis. I am a Paint horse and my paper name is Skippers Precious. My Pretty Boy is a Red Roan Appaloosa horse who's paper name is Trouper. Anywho........I tell the house mouse about our life and what happens out here on the farm and in my big red barn so she can tell you. Well now you know so on with the stories.................

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Is it Grey/Gray enough for you?

My goodness but I miss the sun! I think rain is an alright thing to get but I do not like it to be gray skies day after day. And I know we have had a dry winter that we need to make up for but come ooooonnnnnn! There just has to be something other than way windy or gray. I heard my little friend across the road singing this morning so I know he is done with this too. He was singing the song 'Rain rain go away my sister and I want to play!'. You know how he does. He sings as loudly as he can because the clouds are pretty far away.

Oh and now the House Mouse is asking me if I am saying GREY or GRAY and how am I supposed to know since they both sound the same to me. I think we might just have to start saying some other word. I there a difference in the definition of those two words? How about I just say 'If it is not too much to ask I would like maybe just one day of sunshine without the wind blowing ninety to nothing.'

My horse is still favoring his healing front foot and the human girl has not stuck it in a bucket of water for him since yesterday morning when I heard that commotion in my barn and he came running out. He told me he might be in big trouble because he had on accident made a big mess and maybe hurt the human girl. He said he had not meant to do it that it just happened. He said she was putting his big ole foot into that big bucket and had sort of thought he might not want to do that right then so he moved his leg. That made his big ole hoof hit the bucket which made a noise which made him jump and that bucket went flying and that human girl went to yelling so he high tailed it outta there. He said he forgot he even had a sore foot he wanted out of there so much. I saw my human girl leaned over in there and stuff laying where it shouldn't be so I headed farther out in my pasture. That much of a bunch of mess surely meant that someone was going to get a talking to and I didn't want it to be me. I let my horse have my feed. The human girl made it out of the barn and headed for the main house. That was the last I saw of her till late in the day. She was favoring her leg even more than my horse favors his.

I guess she's better today, the human girl that is. She came out and fed us after the worst of the storms passed this morning and she wasn't even limping. That's a good thing. I don't mind it if the human man takes care of feeding me and my horse but I do not think it counts as really getting our feed. I think that just counts as 'treats' when he does it. You know us horse's, we are creatures of habit for sure.

1 comment:

texastornadogal said...

OUR GAL CAME OUT AND FED US BETWEEN RAIN SPELLS. LITTLE MAN, PENELOPE, AND I WERE ALL HANGING TOGETHER IN MY STALL AND SANDY WAS OVER BY THE BARN GATE. AFTER WE GOT DINNER THE GAL SCATTERED HAY BETWEEN THE FOUR DIFFERENT STALLS SO NONE OF US WILL GET CORNERED OR STOMPED (NOT THAT I'D GET STOMPED..MORE LIKE I'D BE THE STOMPER). IT'S STILL RAINING OUTSIDE! WE'RE JUST GONNA HANG OUT AT THE BARN!
YOUR FRIEND,
SANDIA