Palm Sunday

And there I was standing by that fence that I so enjoy smashing but I was unable to step on it. I really don’t mind having that hard wire fence there but it is not nearly as much fun as the soft wire one was. I normally just keep my big hoof off of cattle panels. They don’t make any noise if I bang them and they don’t bend so no fun in that. All I can do now to wake that human girl up to the fact that I am ready to be fed is to go down the fence line to my Mudfoot’s yard and get her to barking.

Oh speaking of the dog ,Mudfoot, I don’t know if the human people know it or not but she climbs the fence. Yes she does. Just like I hear those children across the road do at their house. Her fence is also made of cattle panels and that soft wire fencing. She has destroyed the soft wire fencing, which is where I got the idea to do the same thing, so she could get to the hard wire panels. I am not sure how far up the fence she can climb but I think that human girl better keep the tree cut back so she can’t use it to pull herself on up and over that fence. She is silly silly little Labrador dog who could get in a lot of trouble if she was to get out her yard because she wouldn’t know what to do with herself. I am going to remember to tell the human girl about that fence climbing because I think she will want to put some chicken wire up inside there to discourage that behavior.

The human girl told me that later today we were going to have company. She said the people up the road where all those cars and trucks are this morning are going to bring the children down for horse back rides. OH BOY!!! I love to have babies come see me. I love to have all sizes of humans come to see me because I am so pretty.

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OK it is later in the day now and we had a WONDERFUL day today!!!!! Everyone looked almost as pretty as me and my horse, Pretty Boy. And everyone that wanted to ride got to. I do not ride the children I just let them sit on me. Even little bitty babies can sit on my back I will not move. And my back is wide enough that they will not fall off. The Pretty Boy gives what I call 'Pony Rides' because someone on the ground is always holding his lead rope. My Mousey horse did not have to have someone holding the rope. He would walk and if the child got wobbly he would stop. He was a good horse. My horse, Pretty Boy, I think can be that good. But not me. Nope I like to RODEO!! so I can not be trusted to 'pony ride' children anymore than the human girl or the house mouse can be trusted not to eat the cookies. Sorry house mouse but it is true.

Sooooo Anyway we had a fun day and everyone was laughing and smiling and no one cried so we think it was a successful day.

Bless Your Hearts and those of the people that Love You, and those of the people that Love Them. -Precious-