Freya’s Report (from her perspective and that’s the only way per Freya)
Greetings my dear SAFE subjects,
I know it has been a while, but I simply have had too full of a schedule to write. In addition, my hoof typewriter broke, and my servant has claimed she has no time to take down my words. So here we are.
I have been enjoying the summer tremendously. The sand pit with the expensive golf course sand, finally has been distributed to my liking. I had to roll in it at least once a day all summer just to get it right.
Then there is the daily facial and body scrub. My servant was embarrassed by how my fur looked after last winter. That’s HER FAULT, mind you. However, she made it right in the last few months. I also got a daily rinse down when it was very hot. Especially when my personal pool (overflow pond) dried out.
Hooves are okay. I like my farrier as he is very patient with me since I have difficulty standing on three legs.
I do want to share my servant’s outrageous recent decision making. She fixed it since then, but I had to really show her who reigns supreme. And that would be ME!
You all remember the recent stormy nasty weather awhile back. Some lady called my mom and asked her if she could board her horse with us since he had no shelter at his current location and was not being fed properly. Of course, mom, the sap she is, ahem, I mean the kindhearted lady, said yes. They agreed to a boarding fee of $150 (ridiculous, right?) Mom said it would pay for my lab work (which I don’t want or need).
So, he showed up, nice enough looking guy (not a real guy if you know what I mean, hee, hee, hee). He got to stay in the front paddock with MY sandbox (Problem 1). Then, he had the audacity to start flirting with Mocha (Problem 2). He first tried with me, but I immediately shut that down by reaching over the fence trying to bite him.
A couple of days went by, and I noticed how he was simply a donkey (a**) with my mom. He crapped all over his shelter and the worst was, he was nasty when she brought in the hay. So, I wanted to teach him the rules, and I used my strong butt to break the gate and get over there. And off we went, I tried to bite him, he ran, Mocha ran, Mom ran (well, hobbled), and it went like that all over the whole area for several minutes. Mom even used her Army language (OMG), but I did get a smidgen concerned when he nearly ran her over and I decided to stop chasing him. Finally, he was back in his paddock, and I was in mine.
Mom tried everything to make him behave when it came to feeding time. The rope, the whip (although she only smacked him once when he shoved her to the ground to get to the wheelbarrow. Nothing worked, and his owner didn’t pay the boarding fee as promised. When he started biting her, she had enough and I finally got my sandbox back. Obviously, if she had consulted her Goddess (me), or called my loyal subjects at SAFE, we all could have protected her. I think she learned her lesson.
That’s all I have to report today. I do think of you all often and I wish I could personally visit the new facility.
Love and blessings to you all, especially my friend Bob!
