Just when things had quieted down the screamer has appeared again. But worse he brought an old human with him who had a face like a jump course over ditches. I loathed them both. My human was made to work much too hard and the screamer conferred with the craggy face the whole time he was teaching my human. Can this shrill beast not see that my human is already the best and the fact I like her proves it? I wanted so badly to kick craggy face, well, in her face, but was afraid my hoof would get stuck and I wouldn't be able to pull it loose. I swear I could stick a hoof in one of her wrinkles and snap it off. I am so put out that she yelled at my human. She had no idea from the ground that my human felt comfortable and steady and I had no complaints. Interfering beast. I am just going to have to get my human boosted to the next level so she won't feel the intrusion of this strange creature necessary. Fortunately, since there were two of them, they didn't stay long and I was able to take my human on a trail ride and console her by showing her how wonderful she is. More later.
I am simply appalled! Today while in the turnout pasture a new horse was brought in. I had seen this fellow a few times during the week and he's stabled in the lower barn. Seemed a nice enough chap, if a bit spooky in the arena. His human is one of those "now, easy baby", types of rider, where every movement gets petting and sweet talk. Well, his human brought him over to our paddock and let him loose and the cheeky devil had the nerve to pop a kick at me! I was so offended. Did this lout not know that I am a descendant of royalty? That my veins carry the blood of the desert horses and founding fathers of several breeds? No! This trumped up plow horse poked a hoof at me and then tried to crowd me into a corner. He then proceeded to chase Lula, the chestnut mare we all defer to, around the paddock. Well, she was very put out and finally kicked him in the knee and then turned back and bit him in the neck. His human shrieked like a train whistle and ran out to rescue her darling. If I could have I would have retched something up, like the cat-beast does, while listening to this human baby talk her blundering fool of a horse. She removed him, now limping slightly and acting like he was the one being picked on, and we saw the vet's truck arrive later. I hope he got several sticks in the butt, it would serve him right. More Later.
It has been awhile since I last made an entry. Many things have happened, not all of them good. I was quite depressed after getting some spring flu shots and also stuck a nail in my hoof. For these two things I was isolated from my friends and kept stall bound for quite some time. I was finally allowed out yesterday and was very pleased to see my friends up close again. I have spoken with Shorty about the incidence that occurred awhile back and the poor grey pony. The little fat oaf had the audacity to laugh at me. Really laugh and then he wheezed and fell over and laughed some more. What can you expect from some back yard cowpony? He refused to explain and trotted off to tell the others, no doubt the reason I have been snickered at all week. However, I did see the grey pony from a distance. He seems quite recovered from his ordeal and in good spirits, but I've not gotten close enough to determine if he was wounded by his encounter with the monster. The human's herd-mate, however, is still not well. His fall from the borrowed horse resulted in a broken nose and foreleg. My first thought, upon hearing about his nose, was that they would have to apply a cast to his face, however, he merely has a large bandage across his nose. An improvement to be sure. His foreleg is just recently out of its cast, which for some reason had been written all over by other hmans. Odd, and not very clear what this practice means. I heard him remark his riding days are over, no big loss, now if he'd only leave the bandage on his face. More later.