'Tis the Season to be Hole-y

Mother came up to visit me on Sunday.

Three Sundays ago!

It's been forever since she has been up here.

Ice, you say? That's a crumby excuse, Mother.

Long hours at work? I spend long hours at boredom, thanks to you.

Horse-sitting others? Where ARE your priorities?



And even when she was visiting that Sunday, she invited Aunt Nancy (DVM) to stab me over and over with needles. What the...?

Believe it or not, it's kinda nice!

I remain in joyful hope that Mother will come visit me soon. If not, I'm going to start putting MY version of old classics on here, and Mother won't like that at all!

Mother Got Ran Over by a Reindeer, anyone?

Mother's Dream

Mother thinks of me from time to time as, well, a river horse.

She's talked about some resemblance, which I frankly don't see

 

One time, she even illustrated our little walk in the park thusly

And as she works with the donkeys to teach them to drive, she has visions of the same for me...

 

Not funny, Mother.