Heard a nasty rumour

I heard that my person actually has PLANS for me this year. Did she ask me? I think not.

Apparently I'm going to boot camp for a month to 'refresh' my skills. She wants a trainer to remind me why I should be well behaved when my person wants to ride me. Really? In her dreams! Just because she has brittle bones, why does that mean that I shouldn't buck when I feel like it? Hmm.

I tried to weasel out of this by developing a badly swollen sheath. But the vet came and fixed the problem. Darn. He also gave me all my shots so I won't catch anything from the horses at boot camp barn. So much for pretending to be sick to get out of going to school. I'm still thinking about other dodges I might pull. Any suggestions?

It's been a while...

After four years as a part-time freelance writer / photographer and more-than-part-time property manager, my person has FINALLY come to her senses. From here on out she's focusing her efforts on her freelance business and the critters in her life - the Queen (house cat), the Supervisor (barn cat), the Pest (new puppy) and, of course, ME! 

Since winter is rapidly approaching, I'm probably safe for a few months from her efforts to re-train and ride me. I'll be able to continue my relaxing lifestyle as a pasture potato - well fed, groomed and generally pampered - in return for which all I have to do is feign interest when she comes to visit or wants to show me off to her friends, colleagues and clients.

Maybe now she'll also have more time to add my comments to this blog on a more regular basis!