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.................

Friday, August 15, 2008

butterflies

Have I told you about Butterflies before? I love Butterflies and believe that they are Angels sent to comfort you if one were to land on you I would say you were being kissed by an Angel. Some people and also some other horse's may see them different but we are all entitled to our own opinions and that is a for sure fact. Butterflies fly free. They dance even when there is no wind to help them. They are just happy happy happy all the time.

Today I saw two of them doing a Waltz. Oh yes I am sure it was a Waltz just like Cinderella and her Prince were doing in that movie. They twirled high and low round and round they went and from here to there and back they were totally into doing their happy dance from beginning to end no matter what.

The human girl walked right through the middle of their dance floor before she knew they were putting on a show for us. When she saw what we were looking at she came to stand with my horse, Pretty Boy, and I to watch them finish their dance.

It was most beautiful. We don't know what it was about but it was quite complicated and must have taken them a very long time to practice it to be able to do it so well.

Maybe they were celebrating the cooler temperatures we seem to be having this week which are very appreciated for sure compared to those 100 degree days we have been having. And there was a little sprinkle of rain this morning that washed off most of my mud coat I have been wearing for two days. The human girl brushed me some but she said I had mud clean to my skin and she would have to give me a bath with a brush to get it all. I LOVE to have baths but she means that she is going to do that if it doesn't rain this weekend like the weatherman said it was going to. He said it was going to rain two to four inches. That should be enough to rinse me down and put some water in my pond so I can play in some good mushy mud come Monday. I can only hope.

Which is exactly what love does...................LOVE HOPES.....................

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