There has not been a lot of exciting things happening for me to tell you about. The other day my sister Gypsy pushed right by the lady as she was bringing our hay in and then she ran around outside of the pasture. The lady didn't chase her or anything, so Gypsy started to feel stupid after a while, prancing around all proud of herself, because we all had nice hay to eat and she was stuck in the field pretending that she was finding grass to eat. So she gave up and the lady put a halter on her and brought her back into our pasture. The good thing that came out of that is that the lady throws the hay bales over the fence now and then comes in and puts them in our hay boxes. So we have more time to grab mouthfuls of the hay before those nets go over top of it.
Yesterday, the lady came out and put a halter on Toby and took him to the White Hill. Toby is at least a hoof-height taller than me and he is a dull gray color, kind of like the white stuff on the ground, so I don't know why she would take him to the White Hill, but it is probably because he is always in the middle of everything and was standing right in front of the gate when she came in. She put the lumpy thing on his back and let him trot around. That lumpy thing kind of looks like a saddle, but it doesn't smell like it is made of dead cows and it is not shiny. And it hardly weighs anything at all. Then she put a shiny metal thing in his MOUTH and he had to walk around with that strapped to his head. He didn't like it at first, but then he got used to it. And then she climbed right on top of him and sat on the lumpy thing. Her feet were hanging by his sides and sometimes she squeezed him with her legs. He had a hard time figuring out what to make of it, but it wasn't scary or anything, so he just went along with it. And anyway, he got a carrot every time he did something that she liked, so he was okay with the whole deal. So then she took the stuff off him and put him away. And then FINALLY she brought us our hay.
