I am Lucien. My mom uses the name “Portia” here, but Portia is really the name of my adopted sister, the gray mare who has the stall next to mine.
Portia is young and pretty, and a girl, and she goes to lots of shows so she gets lots of attention. She also asks for lots of attention by doing things like sticking her head out and making faces, and hanging her tongue out of the side of her mouth until she gets a cookie.
I am much older and more dignified, and do not beg the way she does. But somehow, I always seem to get treats at the same time she does, just by sticking my head out of my stall. I am distinguished looking and have a noble head, and come from fine old Trakehner stock.
I am a very good brother and son. When we’re turned out together, I make sure I protect Portia from all the other horses in the neighboring paddocks. She flirts a little too much sometimes, so she needs me to keep an eye on her.
I take excellent care of my mom, even when she messes things up and I have to say “just hold on, Mom, I’ll get you over it!” I do like to have a good joke once in a while, but it’s all in good fun. I know my job. My mom loves me and says we will be together forever, so I really don’t care how much attention the girl gets.
I really don’t want very much at all for Christmas. I have a nice trailer, though I don’t use it very often which is fine with me because I like to stay home most of the time. (Shows are fun, but not every week.) My mom doesn’t make me wear hand-me-downs, and buys me pretty much whatever I need. I also have a very nice teenager who takes care of me and rides me during the week when my mom is busy at the big office building. So, I’m not asking for much.
Except, if you could arrange it, I would like to get more than one pound of sweet feed per feeding. Everybody else gets much more than I do. Mom and Auntie Jo and Auntie Alex say it’s because I get pure alfalfa and not grass hay because I’m allergic to the other stuff, and too much grain makes me fat. But I look good with some meat on my bones, really I do. And I do love my Omolene 200.
I would also like my mom to make sure she keeps the cookies in stock all the time. Sometimes she forgets to buy the big bags of Apple Wafers and I have to go days without proper cookies.
So please remember that, Purina Omolene 200 for Lucien. And cookies.
Also, please ask my mom to stop calling me her “Little Sweetums Babykins” in public. I’m 14, and it’s embarassing when the guys hear it. (At least she doesn’t call me “Porky” or “Countess Porkula” like a certain over-sized grey horse I could name.)
Thank you very much, dear QHSM.
Your friend,
Lucien