I need to start her on an exercise program.
Maybe I should become hard to catch...
Geez, Mother, how many pictures do you have of me with my tongue out?
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
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- 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.
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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.
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:) My Jerry has an exercise program for me. He drags the feeders around, sometimes completely out of the paddock and 50 metres or so along the track, and I have to drag them back to where they are supposed to be (in the paddock and away from fences, etc) before I can feed.
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