Well, it's still cold. Mom's been sick so she doesn't spend too much time with me. She does feed me, Butter, and Tuck grain though. So, everytime we see her truck at the barn, we think it's feeding time. Of course, that's not always the case. I'm real good at pouting. Mom had these orange things for Cinnamon yesterday. She tried to get me to eat one. NO WAY!!! those things look weird. Mom also took me and tied me up and brushed me. That sucked. I had just rolled in the mud and had my punk look perfected and she cleaned it. Not cool. So after she put me back out, I rolled again just to spite her. She'll eventually learn.
Mom did tell me that she's trying to move to California. She said she plans on taking me with her. Told me that it's warm there and I won't have to look like a wooly mammoth during the winter. Said she even has a blanket for me for when I stop growing...
Well, that's all for now.
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