so… I’m going to claim temporary disabliity due to this pregnancy- cause I just ain’t hacking it get things done around this farm.
so… I’ve come up with a few silly snippy things to say…
1, if I was a mare and you tried to ride me right now, I’d plant my feet and bite your damn ankles until you got the hell off.
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If I was a mare and you tried to trim my back feet, you might get chucked against the wall… cause picking up one foot higher than an inch off the ground HURTS damnit.
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If I was a mare and you suggested I MOVE ON… or MOVE OUT… I would pin my ears at you swish my tale, and tell you to stuff it!
Alas, I am spoiled by my ponies… all three of them have been extremely sweet with me and extra gentle since I’m not in the best of shape and not moving very fast. Last night during my forced exercise, my old guy walked ever so nicely next to me unhaltered unattached, completely at liberty if I stopped he stopped and would turn his head and be like “You ok?”
and Mir has taken to resting her nose on the belly. I’m waiting for the baby to kick her in the nose one of these times.
Three more months of misery.