My human got me new hay. I didn’t like the stuff left over from spring, so she got a big fresh bale of it.
I guess my ambushing other people with haynets in their wheely contraptions got the message across.
The grass is short, it’s cold out, but I got a snuggly rug on now.
But, there’s one thing I really don’t like.
My human…she leaves me ALONE.
Tied to my box, with a haynet. As if that made up for it.
She gives me food, and then she walks away, and I can’t follow! I want to know where she’s going. There’s probably food there, and other horses. She’s probably giving treats to other horses. And food.
I bet that’s what happens.
Today, she tied me at the tack room and…walked away.
Well, I figured out how to undo the rope, and I followed.
And then…something STOPPED me! I couldn’t move forward, even though I pulled hard.
I yelled, and she came running — and she laughed at me! LAUGHED!!
Just because…okay, I was standing on the rope. That’s why I couldn’t move.
How was I supposed to know? I don’t have eyes in my feet.
Still, definite flaw in the escape plan.
We went back to the box. I don’t know why. She had that black thing in her hand.
I’m always very interested in the black thing. It’s up at her face, so it must be edible.
Anyway, I stood there, munching my new hay — and she walks away again.
It’s not right. I wanted to follow and the damn rope stopped me. So I tried harder. And danced at bit.
It frustrates her, she says. Could I stand still, she said.
Well if she wants me to stand there, she should stop wandering off.
Is it my fault I want to be where my human is?
Apparently she then embarrassed me on YouTube.
It’s not right. It’s mean.
I’m not that clingy. I’m not.
There are COWS around. She might get…I dunno…moo’d at!