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.
She’s the one feeding me.
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.
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.
For now Nahe and I continue to eat.
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!
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!