Flattery Got Me Nowhere
Ran over to Livingston Brook Farm to pick up a truckload of hay for the gang. While loading up, Ellis and Steele came over to eat mouthfuls out of the Dodge while us humans did all the heavy lifting. Patty always says (and I think she is right) that horses know that hay tastes better from a pickup truck. I wanted a photo with me and Steele but even my fistful of sweetgrass wasn't enough to get him to pose with me. (I think he was embarrassed he was in a purple blanket.) Whatever, horse.
posted by Jenna Woginrich at 12:43 PM
7 Comments:
I know this is an odd comment, but you look great! :)
"Whatever, horse."
I lol'd.
Sometimes even sweetgrass can't get them to cooperate.
whatever horse, i like that.
It's kind of like how just-shredded cheese from the bowl always tastes better.
He towers over the truck!
Laughing from here to, "Whatever."
Oh ya the good ole "whatever horse" ha ha and psst ...ya. I think he is PO about the purple rug. Lol
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