This is my story. It is the story of the bond between horse and human. I am special.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
The Throuble with Thisthles
Mother was making fun of me, because I was having trouble consuming a wayward plant. Sadly, Mother was too inept to get the editing thingy to cut this down, so you will be bored by an overlong video, as well as potential to hear a bad word or two.
I am a fifteen year old horse named Boyfriend, sometimes Bif. Sometimes "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown". Sometimes names I really don't think bear repeating. After years of misappropriating mother's phone and email, I now have my own site.
Have a question for me? Please email me Boyfriend@IamBoyfriend.com
All of the stuff under My Favorite Grazing Places and Mother's Favorite Sites are unpaid (why would I need money?), Mother just really likes them and likes to share. She can be a generous sort, at times...
Mother's other blog: A tale of love and blah blah blah. Not me.
"Ith ith ooo gooth! Ah ike fithles! NOM!"
ReplyDeleteThank you! Ecthactly!
DeleteMore in the mouth now - less in the tail later?!
ReplyDeleteMother ith thertainly hopingk tho.
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