Bro.

It’s winter.

Mom’s making me soft.

I am SO BORED!

Seriously bro, I need to hit the dirt.  I need to work OUT!  Give me jumps.  Give me trails.  Give me ANYTHING.  Let’s WORKOUT!

Mom is calling me names.

Land whale.

Pasture Porpoise.

She’s the one feeding me.

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I’m an athlete.

I’m made to be fit.  Handsome.

So what if I’m vain, I know I look good.

I have a great bod.

At our last hunter pace someone called me a tall drink of water.

That’s the first time I’ve heard that line in particular but I’m not hating it.

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Mom tries.
She took my shoes off and she knows my feet are pretty sore when the ground is frozen.
We ride a little bit but usually, it’s bareback.

I don’t mind, really, but I wish I could work out more.
I wish mom had an arena like the old places I used to live.

If she did I could still be working out.

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For now Nahe and I continue to eat.

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When Blade died mom had to take down the fencing (polytape) to make room for the tractor to go through and dig the hole.

I haven’t been up there since that day.

Last weekend mom finally went up there and got it fixed.  Nahe went up there for the first time.  I was so happy to stretch my legs.  I don’t really run around the barnyard but there’s so much space up on the hill!

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It seems like mom’s up to something up there though.  I guess you’ll have to stay tuned because I don’t know anything about it.

Anyways.  That’s all I’ve got for now.  Until March!