Cold, cold COLD!!!!! There is white stuff everywhere. It falls from the sky and covers everything. The creeks where we used to drink are hard and covered with white stuff. Sometimes the lady comes down with a stick and hits the white ground with it a bunch of times, Then a spot gets wet again for a little while. But by the next day, it is gray and hard again. All of us ponies are frosty. We have white frost on our coats and whiskers and eyelashes. This makes us especially cute.
So yesterday the lady showed up with hay for us and she was really really late and we were all starving. There MIGHT have still been some hay there for us to eat, but it was not good hay like the new hay. The lady brought that big black dog with her. The big black dog has an elevated sense of self-importance. He sticks his head through the gate and then he barks and sometimes he tries to sneak in and sniff around. If we come over to see what he is doing, he gets all panicky and runs back through the gate and then he tries to make us think he is a wolf and barks alot. I have not seen wolfs, but I am pretty sure that big dog is not a wolf. I think a wolf would smell wild. That dog smells like he lives with the lady and the happy little white dog that just ignores us. (We have not seen the little dog since the white stuff is everywhere.) After the lady put hay out for us, she and the big dog came into our pasture. My sister Pinke was pretty surprised and excited to see that big dog walking right in next to the lady. She started prancing and snorting and stuck her tail all up and went trotting over to tell the big dog to get out. A bunch of us other ponies figured we had better back her up, just in case there was going to be trouble, so five of us arched our necks and blew at the big dog and circled around the back while Pinke came up in front The big dog was really scared and wanted to run away -- Ha! Ha! Some kind of wolf he is! But the lady told us to go back over to eat our hay and leave them alone, She made that shushing noise that means to back off. So we tossed our heads and trotted back to the hay, but not before letting that big dog know that we were going to have him for lunch if we had the chance. The lady and the big dog walked all along the pasture fence and then came back over to the gate, where we were watching for them and followed them so that big dog didn't get any of his uppity ideas. That big dog just kind of hid behind the lady's legs and didn't say a word. I think we can teach him to be a good dog.
